Script Breaker - Chapter 170: How Silence Breaks

After getting banned from her own world at an young age for a greater purpose, Esme Watts was living happily in the human world.

Disguising as a human girl, she was getting immense love from her human parents.

Slowly, she was forgetting her own identity and was living her life well with some beautiful and loving people around her.One day her joyful world turned upside down when she was suddenly kidnapped.

After getting kidnapped by the ruthless vampire king Aaron Richards, Esme Watts was forcefully locked up in a dark room waiting to be rescued by her dear ones.

Even every breath she took was too painful for her numb body..As days passed, she kept searching a way to escape from this terrific vampire world.

But after knowing Aaron personally and closely, will she try to escape or will she be trapped by his possessive love?

Will Aaron love her after knowing her true identity??

Why did Aaron want her desperately? All is in the name of love or something else!

[Ding! You have stopped the Cromothean Invasion! You have unlocked the Adamantine Battle Armor (Level 3)][Ding! You have solved the Cosmic Formula! The cosmic entities have grown wary of your existence.]Years ago, way before I was even born, humanity was reminded that we weren't alone in the universe, and our world was invaded by a race of alien conquerors that called themselves the Ravemites.It was ghastly. And humanity was soon on the brink of extinction until, we were saved by an Intergalactic Organization that called themselves Starcore Nebula.Years later, in the middle of this chaotic relationship between mankind and alien, I, Eric Kaiser — a regular 18 year old kid who had always looked up to these heroes of earth, aspired to be just like them even without awakening any talent, lost my parents in the apocalypse.Since then, I lost any aspirations I had, any admiration I harbored towards these intergalactic agents. Till one day, I came across a strange system that changed my life forever, then I awakened a talent too.That Talent's Name was D.E.L.T.A.And because of it, I was linked to the greatest technological system in the universe, create state of the art weaponry out of thin air? Easy. Hack into the universe's most elite security system? Piece of cake. Being wanted by cosmic beauties across the galaxy? Child's play.But I didn't go unnoticed, soon enough rival galactic organizations and even alien warlords from all over the universe wanted me gone at any cost, so if they wanted to wage a war against me, bring it on.I have no desire to become a intergalactic hero, but with this system, I am justice.So the battle to save earth from these so-called conquerors? it wasn't just the planet's fight anymore, it was mine. They made sure of that the day they let my parents died.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

Not even a year into their marriage, Ian Kane, who had passionately pursued her for six years and loved her dearly, found a new love outside.At the heart-wrenching moment, Vera Sheridan finally saw clearly: this marriage was nothing more than a cage meticulously designed by him.In the name of love, he acted to imprison, solely to break her wings, claim her as his own, and see her as a personal possession.Vera Sheridan was heartbroken.With a divorce lawsuit, she took Ian Kane to court.The man knelt before her, eyes full of deep affection, “Honey, the one outside is just a fling, I've always loved you. Stop making trouble, let's go home.”Vera Sheridan refused to settle.Ian Kane, with eyes red from anger, held his new love and sneered at her, “Vera Sheridan, you are cold and dull, not to mention a cripple, yet I never despised you. Be good and come home, you are still Mrs. Kane!”Vera Sheridan, disheartened, insisted on divorce.When they met again, Ian Kane almost didn't recognize Vera Sheridan.Under the spotlight, she danced gracefully, enchanting and dazzling, just like when they first met.He followed her backstage, heart pounding, only to see her warmly embracing Noah Grant, the prominent legal figure in The Capital Circle.Ian Kane's heart ached as if cut by a knife, and his eyes immediately turned red with regret...[Frenzied ex-husband chasing wife drama + Legal bigwig from The Capital Circle rising to power]