The Twelve Apocalypses: A Damned Soul's Path to the Abyss - Chapter 15: March of the Damned

This is the story of the youth Wen Leyang, born into the family with an expertise in the cultivation of the Art of Poison.

With the Legendary Mechanic System, I transmigrated to Marvel Universe to be Dr. Zola’s assistant.

With Mechanical Force Analysis, I can learn every black technology.

Winter Soldier’s arm? I built a better one for you.

Iron Man’s armor? I already made it a decade earlier.

Doc Ock’s tentacles? I am the one who provided core technology.

Hulk’s mutation? Sorry, I was there and got hit by the radiation too.

As for a certain purple potato, can he collect all Infinity Stones?

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However, I only had one simple ultimate dream. That is to go home…

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Forced to face how vast and dangerous the universe really is, Desmond decides to seize the opportunity to gain the power he needs to protect what he loves, for his own world is far from safe. Traveling through various worlds, Desmond gathers treasures and powers, gradually discovering the dark secrets that lie behind the false tranquility.

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Her husband, Derrick Vaisil, who had a funeral four days ago, suddenly came back to life. But this man was so different from before he died!

“I’m hungry, wife.”

From regularly turning up in the dining room that he had always avoided,

“How about we use the same bedroom?”

To a furtive suggestion of combining their bedrooms that they had always been using separately.

What in the world happened to this man?

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“You always give off this delicious smell…………. but how can I bear with it?”

Right now, at this moment, Judith felt like he was a cruel predator who would completely devour her from head to toe easily.

“You, uh, what the hell are you?”

He, who tormented her as he repeatedly sucked on her soft earlobe and put his tongue inside her ear, chuckled.

“What am I?”

Derrick kissed her chin and whispered languidly.

“I am your husband, Judith.”