The Strongest Dull Prince's Secret Battle for the Throne - Chapter 643

#Rated 18-Mature ThemesViolet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district.There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house.Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her.Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse.A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch.*************“TAKE IT OFF!”Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade.“My lord! I-I’m a man!” she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric.“I don't like other men!” she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully.Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. “Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!”Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “If you don’t take it off,” he said, his tone low and dangerous, “I’ll rip it off myself.”Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully.Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off.'This has to work. It has to!'

I opened my eyes to find myself in another world. For some odd reason, I ended up as a sword. Before my eyes laid a plain full of magic beasts, and so, I launched my body and flew in search of a partner, a wielder (females only).

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“You’re a monster…” she whispered, staring at the fading radiant barrier breaking apart in the sky.“Probably,” I agreed.“Do you know what you’ve done?!”Her voice suddenly broke apart.“Billions will die!” she screamed.“Billions of people will suffer because you removed the restriction that kept Chaos away!”“I know,” I said flatly.She stared at me in disbelief.“And you feel nothing?”I thought about it for a moment.Then I shrugged.“I wouldn’t say I feel nothing.”Her eyes widened.“Then what do you feel?”I looked up at the sky.The authority of the gods was collapsing.“Satisfaction!”“Whaattt!”A smile slowly spread across my face seeing her reaction.“I fucking love it,” I said softly.“Watching you lofty gods get your asses cooked for treating us mortals as idiots.”………………..Haa…Life.Isn't it strange?It is always full of surprises, and always bringing unexpected events at the most unexpected times.The gifts life gave me were enough to make me cry, yet I never truly knew whether those tears were from happiness or sadness. Maybe they were both or maybe neither.Reincarnation.Isekai.Yes, I became one of those so-called heavenly blessed ones.I am Noel De Nova.Son of the Grand Duke and one of the strongest persons in the world.So I should have been living a very good and happy life, right?However...Mysticless.Manaless.Talentless.And useless...That's what I am.Still, I believed that everything would change when I would awaken my cheat and slap every one face but days of waiting turned fruitless, making me a joke to the whole world.Black sheep of Nova... That's why I was called.And if this wasn't enough, 18 years after coming to this world I found that the reason behind all this is because I was designed like that.Yes, designed...A cannon fodder character who is designed to suffer by the developer, and on top of that there are many reincarnated individuals and…All of them were born with golden fingers except me.Damn you all…There were billions of people yet I am only designed as useless to suffer.You all can go to hell.And the script..“Fuck you and your damned script.”And as for the person who is responsible for all this shit….It doesn't matter if you are a god or some world-shattering disaster-level being,just don't let me find you, or else I am gonna enjoy shattering you piece by piece.And I swear it.