Second Life Ranker - Chapter 370 - Sky Wings (8)

He died. Not by fate, not by accident, but as collateral in a hunt between beings beyond mortal comprehension.And yet… death was only the beginning.Chosen by a mysterious entity known only as Echo, a sarcastic soul from Earth is offered a chance at a second life. Gifted with ten draws from a divine treasury, he obtains powerful treasures, a rare bloodline, and a mysterious system known as the Limitless System.But what begins as a straightforward reincarnation takes a twisted turn when two dragon inheritances—Thunder and Fire—collide within him.Reborn not as a man, nor as a beast, but as an unknown species—a fusion of human and two True Dragon Inheritences—he awakens in a scorched battlefield beside a dragon egg, unaware that his birth was witnessed by fate itself.After surviving the near-fatal clash of legacies within him, he emerges anew… no longer Zaroth, but Primus Xal’Zaryon Drakonis, a name that shakes the very fabric of mana around him.With his soul, body, and bloodline perfectly harmonized between human and dragon, Primus sets out into an unfamiliar world ruled by ancient clans, dangerous beasts, and kingdoms teetering on the edge of Eternal War.But power always draws attention—and with the secrets of his origin, the Limitless System at his side, and a destiny marked by a Primordial-level Mark of Fate, enemies will rise from shadows unknown.

“You’re pregnant, young master.”Valentin Wiche, the beloved only son of the Viscount Wiche family. One day, he realizes that he has been reincarnated as the villainous supporting character in a novel he read in his previous life. To avoid his miserable fate, Valentin seduces an alpha at a ball.“Your scent is truly dizzying…”Did that alpha enjoy their night together that much? He starts showing tremendous obsession.‘Where did this come from?’‘I must have this.’He only did it to avoid the terrible ending of the original story, but the result is pregnancy? Moreover, the identity of the child’s father was someone even more incredible than he thought – Reynard Dennox, the only heir to the notorious Dennox ducal family and a naval hero of the Heston Empire.On top of that, true to his reputation as a klutz, Valentin’s pregnancy is immediately discovered….“Why the sudden ring…?”“What do you mean why? We even have a child on the way, so we need to get married quickly.”

After graduation, Zhou Chao went home and inherited the convenience store his parents left behind. He also received a Check-in System.

[Ding! You have obtained a newbie gift pack x1.]

[Do you want to open it?]

“Open the newbie gift pack,” Zhou Chao said as he leaned back in his chair.

Upon opening the gift pack, he received a Wuling Hongguang MINI EV and 1 million yuan in cash….

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