MTL - The Married Wife is a Boss: Lord Mo is Super Fond of Him! - Chapter 216 I want to hear from you

No matter how twisted the world becomes, humans will always remain humans.In the face of their doom edging closer, their greed doubles instead of fading away. Their selfishness is unwavering—they simply want everything, even at the cost of endangering those closest to them.For that is the truth of humanity.So, if everything is linked to iniquities and sins, then unlike them, I won’t shy away from these possibilities—I will embrace them.---Synopsis:Kael, a young man from Earth—a dimension renowned for its technological advancements and brilliant minds—returns on a tour sponsored by his school.But fate has other plans.A Dimensional wave crashes into Earth, mutating the entire world into a grotesque landscape of unexplored horrors.Those who survived the dimensional impact awakened to newfound strengths, while those who didn’t perished—or worse—transformed into monstrosities far more fearsome than any beast.The world has returned to the law of the food chain. The strong will endure and rule, while the weak are devoured.Kael must cling to his sanity and navigate this nightmarish new world with a mission: to protect all he has left.But things take a darker turn when the system he acquired reveals an unexpected and horrifying backlash:{Consume human flesh}{Or perish within the next 24 hours}The clock is ticking, and Kael is left to grapple with an impossible choice that could seal his fate—or his humanity.

Emperor Gabela: Imperial legions are unstoppable on land.

Great Orc Chief: All the warriors of the tribe can count as ten.

Jade Realm Elf King: The forest ranger has never missed a shot.

Chairman of the Horn Bay Alliance: The alliance fleet is the undisputed ruler of the sea.

A mysterious organization: The prophesied era will finally come.

Paul Grayman: I am not targeting anyone. Everyone here is rubbish.

Start the journey of guns and cannons crushing the low-magic plane…

(This is an old-fashioned story about climbing a technological tree in another world to farm for hegemony. The author has limited knowledge and may make some mistakes in technical details. Criticism and corrections are welcome)

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Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”