Red Envelope Group of the Three Realms - Chapter 4781 Nine Swords!

The young man living in a frontier mining village, Elliott, lived in estrangement there.

The reason was because he carried the blood of the Demon Race, and had an unusual face, with two small horns growing from it.

Several years after his mother – his only family – died, a young woman who called herself an acquaintance of her mother’s came to visit, and once she knew of Elliott’s existence, displayed the traits of a succubus, and whispered thus:

“From now on you will ravish many women, steal many lives, and trample over the world, you shall dominate. But to start … you will dominate me, violate me, please”.

Unable to wield a sword, nor kill his opponents with magic, the mixed-blood young man who could only grant a slight bit of magic into matter, used information, tools, and traps, repelling enemies, ravishing women, making them submit and fall into demonhood, and dominated them, surviving in a ruined world.

This is the story of the young man who was the Lord of the perilous place of fear, one that never allows a guest to leave, the “Man-Eating Dungeon”, and the women whose lives had been derailed by him.

Ling JingXuan, a secret international doctor and killer. Can save people with one hand and kill with the other. Right or wrong, both paths without exception would cause people to be terror stricken. One morning he crossed over, with only four bare walls for a home and was also given two free stir fried little buns. Ling Jingxuan can’t help but be speechless.This life, can this pit be any bigger?

Yan Chengrui, Qing dynasty’s only prince with a title of General. On his first mishap on a mission, a good man forcibly became a slave wife. There was no one who was not disappointed from the imperial family. But, don’t know when slave wife learned it but poison concubine’s poison was incomparable, who dares to try to straighten him out?

“What? 30 Wen? You’re robbing from people, so expensive!”

One day of the month of a certain year, Ling Jingxuan takes the two little buns to the market to buy living necessities.These five year old little buns after hearing the price have to hold back their red faces. Fried little hands rigidly held onto the broken wallet, Ling Jingxuan suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears. Sons, we earned money but not spending it, don’t tell me its left for the foals?

At the end, it was obvious they carried two liang of silver. Stuff that was sold at the last minute were the cheapest. Seeing the smile of satisfaction from the little fried buns, Ling Jingxuan secretly vowed. One day he would develop them into super meat buns，a rich 2nd generation family!

- Description from Novelupdates

“Chosen Heroes! Scour these worlds as the champions of us, the gods!”When an unsuspecting class of thirty die in a mysterious incident, the benevolent gods take mercy and reincarnate them as Otherworldly Heroes.In a world of magic and swords, the Heroes are forced against hardships as they face off the monsters threatening the world, the evil forces lurking in the shadows, and even themselves and the other heroes. Secrets hidden in their pasts will surface and their skills, trust and love will be put to test as they will tackle their new home.The heroes will... Except this one.This hero is sleeping.

...[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.