Return of the Frozen Player - Chapter 88: Homecoming (2)

To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.

(My new book “Sweet Love in the Countryside: His Little Plum of the Mountains” is out now, please add it to your collection)The village leader's son bullied her too much — in order to break off their engagement, he pushed her into a large water tank.She defiantly declared in front of the village leader's son that she would rather marry the ugliest man in the village than marry him!That hunchbacked, ugly man, the so-called “freak,” actually approached her: “Does your declaration still stand?”“Uhm...”And so, while you hunt, I water the vegetables; while you farm, I do the embroidery. Together, we work hard, become prosperous, and live a colorful and thriving life.However, this man who can hunt in the mountains, farm on land, and ride the waves on a boat is not as simple as he seems... he is actually...

In the world of One Punch Man, the seventh S-class hero of the Hero Association, the King Engine King has obtained the super god skill system.

As long as you have reputation, you can extract the skills of the heavens and the world!

DNF’s extreme swordsmanship, the flames of fire in the god of death, the Tensei and Samsara in Hokage, the top three-color domineering in Pirates, the dragon slaying magic in Fairy Tail… Look at the system panel. For the 100 million prestige balance, KING took a discount and chose Stud. “Ding!”

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?