SSS Class Infinite Regression: Ascension of the Mad Dragon Prince - Chapter 7: Nobles

[ Late check-ins accepted. Abyss residues surcharges apply. ]The Last Neutral Inn, a small establishment run by a retired man named Aldous. He serves good soup, honest tea, and the only guaranteed neutral ground between the mortal world and the Abyss.He used to change the world. He doesn't do that anymore, but he has opinions about bread. He will share them.In a place where exiled gods need somewhere to sleep, demon courts require neutral venues for negotiations they can't afford to lose, and abyssal entities older than civilization occasionally need a simple word with someone who won't panic, Aldous runs the only establishment that qualifies. His guests aren't only human. His inn shouldn't exist. The Abyss stops exactly at his property line, which nobody has satisfactorily explained.Aldous makes soup. He fixes the stairs. He files the paperwork.He is no hero. No king. He runs an inn.The question nobody had the courage to ask yet is why.

“Gu Qingqing's heart softened for a moment and she saved someone. Who would have thought that because of this, she would become the disciple of the Holy Fox Spirit Lord, whom countless people wanted to acknowledge as their master. She even gained five senior brothers and started the path of becoming spoiled by the group.Eldest Senior Brother was born with the soul of the sword, and he only had the sword in his heart. He was as cold as the snow on a mountain peak, but he smiled at her and refined all kinds of magic robes for her, protecting her behind him.Second senior brother was proficient in music. He looked gentle, but he was cold. He played music for her all night just to kill his enemies, hoping that she could sleep well.The third Senior Brother was a formation master and a playboy. He was flirtatious but not despicable. He never cared about women, but he was willing to charge through the Ten Heavens Immortal Vanquishing Array just to save her.Fourth Senior-apprentice Brother was a genius alchemist. He opened the furnace only to refine pills, but he was willing to research sugar pills for her, just to make her happy.Fifth Senior Brother was a talisman cultivator who was proud and unyielding, yet he was willing to lower his head for her sake and trample his dignity beneath his feet just so she wouldn't be injured.The male protagonist asked, “What about me?”Senior Brothers replied, “Get lost, Junior Sister is ours!”

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.