Reborn with a Necromancer System - Chapter 97: Underground Secrets

Su Cha transmigrated to a fantasy world, inherited a tavern, and activated a system! First mission completed

— renovate the taverns —

Lafite red wine formula rewarded, hundred times speed up in the wind cellular! Second mission completed

— served a hundred customers and received good reviews —

Budweiser beer formula rewarded! The third mission, fourth mission……

As the tavern expanded rapidly, not only did our MC bring in fine wine, he also brought in all kinds of cultural influences from the modern era.

This alternate world was starting to turn a little strange. Inside the tavern, the elegant elf queen fell in love with rock music, she picked up an electric guitar and started screaming and howling.

The orcs, the knight, and the sorcerer sat down at the table and started a round of Texas poker, soon getting all worked up against each other.

A famous wizard raised up his Budweiser beer and muttered, “Don’t ask how much I can drink, all I want is another gin!” …

Synopsis: 【Era + Rebirth + Educated Youth + Rough Husband's Devotion + Child Rearing】In her previous life, Su Xiaoxiao unwittingly led disaster into her home, resulting in the demise of her entire family through a series of “accidents.”Upon her rebirth, she vowed to make those who had harmed them pay a bitter price!She was determined to love wholeheartedly the vengeful Jiang Yexun, who was willing to squander his vast wealth and even risked his life for her vengeance.But there was a peculiar issue with her body – she couldn’t seem to control it.Whenever she was near Jiang Yexun, an irresistible urge for intimacy took over.Jiang Yexun clenched his teeth and said, “I've given you a chance to run!”Su Xiaoxiao embraced the man's waist and playfully retorted, “Run from what? A real man should act, not just talk!”Jiang Yexun pressed down on the provoking girl, “Alright then, let's act!”After marriage, Su Xiaoxiao, nursing her sore waist that hadn’t straightened since, tearfully recognized one undeniable fact – you must not provoke a rough-and-tough husband like him.

Opening his eyes he finds himself in the unfamiliar ceiling scene.

After going through the body's memories he finds that he transmigrated into a cultivation world.

But there is a problem;

Why is everything around him look like a flag that he is the young master who gets killed by the child of the plane a.k.a. the MC?

How would he implement his try not to die plan?

As a princess that could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne gets kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realizes that she’s in over her head.

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

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[Excerpt]

“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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