Sword of Dawnbreaker - Chapter 136 - Girl

Elliot Hawthorne, had transmigrated into the body of a struggling apprentice mage, and now had one simple goal, summon a small, harmless spirit to pass his magic academy’s final exam. But thanks to a mistranslation in an ancient grimoire, he instead summons Azrael, the almighty Demon King.That would’ve been bad enough…. but then the spell accidentally binds them in an unbreakable marriage contract.Now, Elliot is stuck with a possessive, dangerously powerful, and ridiculously affectionate demon husband who:Carries him everywhere because “His cute little summoner’s feet shouldn’t touch the ground.”Summons hellfire just to keep Elliot warm when he complains about the cold.Declares war on any kingdom that dares to call Elliot “single.”Refuses to be unsummoned.“Why would I leave? My husband is here.”Worse, every holy knight, exorcist, and jealous god now wants Elliot dead for “stealing” the most powerful demon in existence.. Stuck with a one-in-a-million system dungeon and a devilish Demon husband, Elliott's life is constantly on the brink of disaster...But when Elliot starts uncovering secrets about the contract, he realizes…Did I really summon him by accident? Or… was Azrael waiting for me all along?One way or another, Elliott’s unlucky life becomes worse. An impending doom threatens the existence of the human and mortal worlds.And as if that wasn’t enough, he’s also stuck with a Demon for a husband.But maybe, just maybe… being bound to a dangerously powerful Demon King isn’t the worst fate after all.

The status of a wizard is transcendent in all continents and in the universal plane.

After all the things that he had done in his life, Alex realized that it was already his time to die.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.