Online game: God-level Assassin, I Am the Shadow. - Chapter 1 - :I was betrayed by my sister, only to be reborn.

She was stupidly in love with him. Because of him, she became rude and unreasonable, overbearing, jealous, insane. But he did not spare a glance to her. Married for two years, he didn’t favor her once, letting her become the laughing stock of the whole world. Eventually, she ended up in an affair, leading to her tragic death.

Kai had always been into fantasy stories—knights, mages, epic battles, and especially the whole “hero vs. demon king” thing. But out of all the crazy tropes those stories had, the one that always stuck with him the most was hypnosis.Then one day, while walking out of a store, fate hit him like a truck—literally. He shoved a woman out of the way, saved her life… and promptly died. Classic.But instead of fading into the void or getting some sad funeral scene, Kai got the “Congratulations, you’re reincarnated!” treatment. New world, new rules, new him. Total fantasy package.He was told he could pick three abilities to help him get started. So what did he choose? Strength? Magic? Swordsmanship? Nah. Kai picked hypnosis. Because why not have a little fun with mind control in a world where dragons and demon kings exist?Now, with his powers unlocked, Kai’s ready to dive into an adventure full of excitement, danger, and a little (okay, a lot) of debauchery. And hey—if he ends up saving the world while he's at it? Even better. All thanks to hypnosis, of course.*DISCLAIMER*This novel will be a fun adventure story, not to be taken seriously. If you just want to laugh, have fun, enjoy a super overpowered MC, and lots of lemons (maybe), then this story is for you. If you're here for an intricate, thought-out, crazy foreshadowing story with stakes, then this story ISN'T for you, so shoo, go away!

“Hurry to the hospital and donate your blood.” “Go to the hospital at once.” “Remember to donate blood at the hospital.” Even if she had already been donating blood for three times in the past few months, which then took a toll on her body, Huo Chuan never felt an ounce of pity for his so-called wife. After three years of marriage, Huo Chuan would only ever contact her to ask her to donate her blood to the hospital. No, accurately speaking, she was selling her blood. Selling it to Huo Chuan’s beloved woman, Bai Ting.

Yun Qing had been working hard to play the role of a good wife and secretary, but Huo Chuan’s family thought nothing of her. They were enigmatic and petty toward her. Yun Qing even had to do all the cleaning and cooking alone at home. Her existence was so menial that one would even assume she was a maid. In the company, everyone underestimated her. Yun Qing had had enough so she said, “Let’s divorce.” Perhaps she still had hope, but her husband’s reaction completely disappointed her. “What are you throwing a tantrum for? Name your price. The doctor says that Bai Ting is in a critical condition!” Huo Chuan’s mother said, “A lowly secretary like you should be grateful that you married into our Huo family, so why are you making a fuss?” Huo Chuan stared down at her. “I know that you’ve donated more blood this month, but I’ve transferred you the compensation fee! I can tolerate you asking for more, but I won’t tolerate your tantrum!” Looking at Huo Chuan’s mesmerizing features, Yun Qing laughed at herself. He was indeed charming, but he had never ever shown her a pleasant expression. Enduring the pain in her heart, Yun Qing insisted on going through the divorce with Huo Chuan. “Don’t you regret this, Yun Qing!” “Huo Chuan, the only thing I regret is agreeing to this marriage with you three years ago. This marriage had me all battered and bruised. Enough is enough!” For Huo Chuan, she gave up her status and ignored her family’s advice. She pounced at Huo Chuan like a moth to flames, only to receive his indifference and lack of affection in return.

After Yun Qing left the Huo family, she got into a luxurious car. Old Master Yun’s heart ached for his daughter. “Qingqing, you had a three-year agreement with me, that if he doesn’t love you, you will come home and inherit the company. Now, it’s time to uphold your promise.”

A replica of Marquis Kieran Vale, the son of the Marchioness of Vale, who she deemed a failure. That was all she was. No, she was now referred to as “he.” At least until she met Claude Del Ihar.