MTL - Lord Xue Ying - v37 Chapter 45 Indifferent

The Empress does not grant my resignation.

Betrayed by his beloved queen.Stabbed by the very men he raised to power.King Alaric died with a broken heart… and a blade in his chest.Fate’s twisted joke?He’s reborn—in chains.Collared. Beaten. Sold like cattle.Once a mighty ruler. Now a slave in a world of magic, monsters, and bastards with crowns.His new master? Arrogant with even little much money, and the personality of a wet cabbage.And the wife?Let’s just say... she deserves better. Much better.Just when he thought a future of licking boots and scrubbing chamber pots—[DING! You have awakened the Domination System.]Rule the strong. Break the proud. Tap the wife. Steal the life.“I—wait, what?”[New Quest: Subjugate your Master's Wife.][Reward: +500 Power | Domination Skill Unlocked – Command Voice][Bonus: Do it on the master’s bed for extra EXP.]He grins through the pain, eyes burning with ambition.They thought they broke him?They just gave him a reason to rise.Power. Revenge. Pleasure.He’ll take it all.------------------Note- No ntr, no yuri.Mc won't abandon his women, neither he will force them, and not every women will be subjugated.And System isn't all about subjugating others wives, it's just one of it's features...

In an era when the power of Fire Magic was considered to have reached its limit, one girl began researching nuclear fusion.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.