The General's Daughter Doesn't Want to Get Married! - Chapter 136: A Dog in Heat

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the 9-Tailed Heavenly Demon Fox Bloodline.]The Celestial Fox Deity: “Little Ancestor, our geniuses are struggling to advance their bloodlines. Could you spare just a small drop of your diluted blood?”…Cain wakes up only to find himself transmigrated into a novel that he had read a few years before his death.In this new fantasy realm where the strong are respected and the weak are trampled, Cain awakens his “Unique SSS-Ranked Primordial Beast Master Talent” before an error happens and merged with “Extra’s Harem Gacha System” which can help him become stronger by having sex with powerful women, including those summoned from the system’s Summon Pool.[Ding! You have shared an intimate moment with the Goddess of Light][Ding! You have received …% of her stats attributes][Ding! You have increased her stats attributes by …%]After merging his talent with the system, he can also contract and evolve powerful beasts, instantly upgrading their ranks using Evolution Points.With the ability to convert money into Evolution Points, Cain decides to build his own force, amass wealth, and take full advantage of the system’s potential to rise above all.[Ding! Do you want to refine the Ice Dragon’s Evolution Pill?][Ding! Do you want to refine the medicine liquid of God's rank?][Ding! Do you want to refine the Godbreaker sword of the God’s rank?]…

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”