The rise of the pervert primordial - Chapter 55 Lackey

Lucien's last memory was skidding tires, blinding headlights, the sickening crunch of metal.But that wasn't the end.He lived his life and died an overworked and underpaid, but he rose as Lucian D’Aureville. Incumbent heir to House Aureville, one of the most powerful houses in the kingdom.However it wasn't as rosy as it seemed.His predecessor had been murdered by someone, and they wouldn't be happy to see Lucien alive.Follow along as Lucien navigates the complex and treacherous path of nobility and wealth as he rises to the top.

Eternal battlefield descended, and the reality transformed into a hellish place for those who couldn't awaken a class and those who were lucky enough to awaken were known Awakeners.When living beings turned Eighteen they might awaken their class and gain the ability to wield mana at their fingertips. Awakeners would venture into the Eternal battlefield to fight for survival, gaining godlike strength in the process.Dawn reincarnated into this world, strangely while just a few days old, he successfully awakened the Superhero class as a result he was forced to venture into a dangerous world with an infant body.Thankfully for him he managed to unlock some unique skills which allowed him to survive and thrive.....[Ding! New Class Achievement unlocked][Grade - Epic, Gazing into the eyes of Death with a smile][Have a near brush with death 1,000 times in succession in a span of a few days. Young hero, Death had been chasing you but you have been faster][Your efforts have been awarded, young hero, and a new skill has been unlocked.][Nine Abyss Laser Eyes Level 1 - Launch a laser ray with temperature exceeding 1,000 degrees Celsius at your target.]

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.

On her wedding day, she was humiliated; her status as the legitimate wife was instantly changed into that of a concubine.