The Extra's Advent: My Villainess Fiancée is a Yandere - Chapter 5: Regressor

Liu Sanniang was reborn. When she remembered her lonely end, she decided to get married in this life no matter what.She only wanted to marry an average scholar, but who knew that the tall and striking future general, Chu Yan, took an interest in her.The first time they met, she was too shy to look up at him.The second time they met, he sandwiched her against the wall and said, “Are you afraid of me?”The third time they met, he squatted down and said, “Come on, I’ll carry you.”***After meeting a few more times, he came to ask for her hand.However, he was at least two meters tall and muscular. She feared that he might squash her to death!Once they got married, Chu Yan strode over to her and ‘forcefully’ grabbed her hand, ready to pass his life savings to her. Yet, his delicate and beautiful bride fainted out of shock…Liu Sanniang then realized that being with her ‘scary’ husband meant living peaceful and leisurely days, so her eyes narrowed as she grinned.

At a young age, I became a thousand-year-old bastard.

Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the phagocytosis synthesis evolution system.

An earth dragon was found in front, devouring synthetic evolution, the earth dragon tortoise.

From then on, my wonderful career began…

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Boxing is power!Making a fist means holding power!A powerful punch is power!Nott Rod, who traveled through the Great Pirate Era, deeply agrees with this.Facing the endless monsters on this sea, only his fists can bring him a sense of security.Fortunately, he has two golden fingers after traveling through time:1. [Knights do not die with bare hands]2. [What doesn’t kill me will make me stronger]With two golden fingers in hand, he decided to achieve the greatest power with the biggest fist!Fists rule the world!Power rules the world!

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.