Rise of Humanity - Chapter 1151: Two Ladies Fighting Over The Throne

Scorned by the world he was born in, Arthur had no other choice but to learn how to deal with it. Yet, just as his hard work and dedication were about to pay off, the hate towards his origins brought him to his death.

But that wasn't his fate. His future wasn't supposed to end with his head cracking against the edge of the stairs. His bloodline could not die as that would be against the wish of the universe itself.

Thrown to another world, he found himself in a situation where the skills and craft he honed would be no longer of use. His patience, his creativity, his logical thinking were no longer in demand in a world where strength reigned supreme.

Or was it?

My system is overpowered. I'm not shameless enough to deny it.

Scores of women and slaves all around? Those are the wishes of a naive kid, not mine.

Lower the price of those apples by a quarter and we will have a deal!

Dear, stop, I cannot hold any longer!

Jump in and follow Arthur's adventures as he proves that even the illogical world of sword and cultivation has its own rules. Laws, that one can learn, laws, that Arthur sets off to use to his own advantage!

Lorelai is an unwanted princess; a puppet in the hands of the royal family.Born weak and raised loyal only to her kingdom, she has no real power and is constantly abused by both her stepmother and her son.Her value lies in one thing only––marriage. Thus, she is to marry Duke Kalder, an old but powerful and influential man whose previous wives have all gone missing under mysterious circumstances.That is until she meets him.Tall, dark, strong, mysterious, irresistible, seductive.The King of Lycans. The King of Beasts. The Gypsy King.One who was once a slave now controls the biggest and strongest, most feared kingdom of the continent. And for some reason, he has his eyes set only on Lorelai.Important note: this is a historical fantasy novel and in its context, the word “Gypsy” is only used as a name of a nomad tribe and is not used as a slur.

Accompanied by all kinds of crisis and despair, was the arrival of mankind’s first significant superhero.

After a brutal day on the construction site,Jaxon collapsed onto his cot with nothing but sore muscles, a cheap dinner, and a phone in hand. Out of boredom, he picked up one of those mindless urban web novels—complete with arrogant young masters, all-powerful protagonists, and women falling in love every other chapter.“Who writes this garbage?” he muttered, tossing his phone aside and cursing the story, the characters, and the plot that made no damn sense.Then he woke up inside it.Not as the protagonist.Not even as comic relief.He’s the villain—the arrogant heir of a wealthy family destined to be publicly humiliated, slapped down by the protagonist over and over again.