Nero, The Legendary Hunter - Chapter 3 - : New Discovery

“For those who dare call themselves gods, I, Wen Ran, will crush their legacy beneath my feet. Even dogs are more honorable than those filthy bastards!”A feared Godslayer, who, due to betrayal, perished under the might of the heavens, having his world destroyed. Saved by a mysterious system, Wen Ran was granted a second chance at life but reincarnated in the body of a lowly slave. Hunted by the gods who sought his head, Wen Ran vowed to reclaim his title by showing heaven his vengeance as a 'God Slayer.'

#FANTASY #SYSTEM #LATESYSTEMAWAIKING #SLOWBURN #ACTION #BEASTS[You have been chosen by Aloka, The Creator, to stand against the coming catastrophe.][The war has begun. You must rise beyond mortality.][For this reason, you have been granted the most powerful system—][WAR-BORN ASCENSION SYSTEM.]In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity stands on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void.Aamir Singh is no chosen hero. He is a warrior forged in battle, relying only on skill, grit, and the will to survive. In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity teeters on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void.Aamir fights—undaunted, unbroken. But destiny had already marked him long before he ever realized it.For months, a mysterious armor has been in his possession—an enigma left untouched. But on the eve of a mission that could change everything, he finally dons its mask… and the Warborn Ascension System awakens.Power beyond human comprehension. Secrets buried in time. A path he never asked for.Alongside Riya, a prodigious magic wielder, and a band of warriors bound by fate, Aamir must rise beyond mortality itself.The world does not need a hero. It needs a Beastgod.But as the system reveals the truth behind his existence, one question remains: Will Aamir’s newfound power be the key to salvation—or the catalyst for the world’s doom?

“I want a divorce,” Nathaniel said with no emotions.I was shocked at how callus he could be. I didn’t get a chance to tell him about my pregnancy.After five years of marriage, I still couldn't warm his heart. I understood I would never be able to replace my sister in his heart.“Fine. Let’s divorce then.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~I, Zara Moore, married my brother-in-law to fulfil my dying sister’s last wish. I poured my heart into this marriage, cared for him, and loved his son like my own, hoping that one day, he might return my feelings.It was only my wishful thought. I ended up being killed in my past life.Reborn, I could see the truth clearly.To him, I was a promise he made to his first love. Tired of being just an obligation, I decided to leave him and not tell him about the child in my womb. But with tearful eyes, he pleaded for one more chance.~~~~~~~~~~~“Don’t bring up divorce,” Nathaniel growled, his cold gaze fixed on me.“I am done with this emotionless marriage,” I retaliated.“What about the promise you made?” He hissed, squeezing my arm.I gritted my teeth. “I tried to warm your heart for five years, but I failed. I don’t want to keep doing this.”His expression changed, his eyes pleading. “Give me a chance. I’ll make up to you.”I stared at him, stunned. He clearly didn’t love me. Why was he unwilling to let me go?

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”