NTR: Stealing wives in Another World - Chapter 44: Interrogation

Welcome to the world where Gods exist, and where humans meet their end.In this world filled with magic and Gods exist the power of half Gods, or nisf daw—humans given names by Gods to become their future successors. These half God and half humans chose their own path, whether said path is to be villainess or righteous, a “hero,” or a “villain.”However, in this tale, there are no true “heroes” or “villains;” there are only victims or victors.A destined young girl—19-year-old Zayn—pulls out the legendary sword Excalibur and becomes the nisf daw— the chosen successor— of the King of Gods himself, changing the lives of herself and her best friends forever.As Zayn explores this new world she is forced into and the reason for her existence, she bonds closer with new friends and allies, faces strong foes, and explores love, something the strongest woman in the world never knew she’d ever get the chance to experience._____________________________________________________________ADDITIONAL TAGS: #ROMANCE #ACTION #ADVENTURE #FANTASY #STRONGFL #ISEKAI #COMEDY #MAGIC #FEMALELEAD #KNIGHTS #KNIGHTGUILD #HISTORICAL #HISTORICALROMANCE #HISTORICALFANTASY_____________________________________________________________

Liora was a pampered royal princess, with loving parents at the forefront and eleven royal brothers at her back. Always adorned with the finest silk and served with exquisite dishes while lounging in her palace.Her biggest concerns? Which dress to wear for a banquet and how many more hours she could nap before her royal duties caught up to her.But fate (or some seriously bad karma) had other plans. One moment, she was sipping fine wine and but the next moment-boom!—she wakes up in a world where people are eating each other, the sky is covered with ominous veils that look like it wants to swallow the world, and worse, her royal status means absolutely nothing.What she can tell more about her poor condition is that she has no servants, no food, and no idea how to fight off the disgusting zombies, who are trying to take a bite out of her.Just when she’s ready to scream at the heavens for an explanation, a cold mechanical voice rings in her head:[Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.]Overlord? That sounds powerful, right? Wrong. Turns out, she starts at the bottom of the food chain with no powers, no weapons, and zombies that see her as their next snack.While others awaken abilities like fire manipulation or super strength, she gets... a system that gives missions with questionable rewards and always tries to drown her in a huge debt.Fight a Level 2 Zombie with her bare hands? Sure, why not? Survive hordes of zombies while the system nags her? Classic. But as she battles to level up and gathers allies (some willing, some just too scared to say no). She realizes—maybe she isn’t as weak as she thought.Because when the world falls into chaos, only the strongest can rule. And if the system insists on calling her an Overlord, well… she might as well live up to the name.Power, danger, and a system that may or may not be trying to get her killed—welcome to the apocalypse.

Friends, standing before you is:The Master Of Gacha;The Bug Catcher’s Bane;The Nightmare of Every Youngster;The Idol To Countless Boys And Girls;The Second-in-Command of Team Rocket;The Uncrowned King of the Underworld;The Youngest Champion In History;Master Of All Types;Luo 'The Shining Light Of The League' Yuan!

...[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.