The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage - Chapter 227

“Mu Yingying,” or the Seventh Young Lady of the Mu family, vividly remembers the cruel past life she endured.Due to the evil schemes of her stepmother and half-sister, the three descendants of the Mu family met tragic ends...The eldest son died dishonorably, the eldest daughter became mentally deranged,And she, the second daughter, was unjustly sentenced to death!Even her own father heartlessly cast his children aside...Now, she has returned once again, to the third year of the Xingping era, when “Mu Yingying” was only 5 years old.She has come back to the starting point of everything!Very well... She will drag the traitors down into the depths of hell.Her return is not for forgiveness... but to reclaim what is rightfully hers and to exact retribution on those who wronged her!“Death is not the end, but the beginning of the regret you will face.”

“I thought I was dead, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself reincarnated in an abandoned RPG game. I intended to gather the heroes I had trained to form a guild once again, but…“I thought I was dead, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself reincarnated in an abandoned RPG game. I intended to gather the heroes I had trained to form a guild once again, but…Hmm… it seems all the heroes have completely lost their minds.”

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”