The Truth of Magic - Chapter 675

Beneath the peaceful façade of the modern world, an undercurrent of shocking crimes roils in the underbelly of society.

Two years after graduation, Lin Yang had no car, no house, and no savings.Originally planning to slack off for the rest of his life, Lin Yang, after a failed blind date, activated the Golden Finger during a fishing session.Catching different aquatic species not only directly earned him money, but also unlocked special items (buffs, fishing gear, bait...), while also increasing his own experience and points.【Fishing Level Lv1: Novice】【Level Experience: 1/100】【Total Points: 1】(Points can be used to exchange for special items).....With the help of the Golden Finger Illustrated Handbook, Lin Yang not only made a fortune but gradually became the top fishing master and the hottest outdoor live streamer!Viewers in the live streaming room, “There's no fish Master Lin can't catch, not even a shark.”A certain fishing master, “Master Lin is the true fishing master, and from today onwards, he is my master.”

Lin Bei had transmigrated, and into the world of a game.Looking at the panel before him, he realized his 'cheat' had arrived.Name: Lance HamletOccupation: Otherworldly Retainer[Ancient Bloodline]: The blood flowing through your veins grants you inspiration far beyond that of ordinary people....“So, my name is Lance now, huh?”In a story with a Cthulhu Mythos backdrop, having too high a level of inspiration was not a good thing.However, all this had to be set aside for now. His top priority was to figure out how to survive in this world...

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”