The Vampire & Her Witch - Chapter 58: A Hidden Bite

Death followed Achilles like a plague.Finding himself at his lowest point, he comes to realize how little value human life held as terrifying Advanced Humans and Evolutius Beasts waded across the Colonies of this world.About to lose the only remaining person close to him by falling into the jaws of an Evolutius Beast, a spark bloomed inside of him, and he saw a distinct blue panel appear before his eyes![Achilles Maxwell][Assimilation]:: -[Existence Corruption Value]:: 0%[Complexity]:: NegligibleA simple spark. And yet the changes it brought…were limitless!

She is a waste daughter from the Su family that couldn’t cultivate. On the day before her wedding, the Third Prince breaks off their engagement in the street. Her own sister replaces her in the marriage to the Third Prince. She became the center of gossiping in the city. In her resentment, she hits herself on the Su Family’s gate, only to become the object of other people’s ghost marriage.

[You have become the master of the Warden Mansion.][Your first quest is to refine mana from one of your maids by having intercourse with her.]When nineteen-year-old Jett Talon suddenly wakes on an emperor-sized bed, he finds himself lord of a mysterious mansion where countless gorgeous maids stand ready to serve. His first companion is Mia, a blonde elven maid who checks his every box. After making love to her, Jett gains mana, unlocks legendary powers, learns his duties as Master of the Warden Mansion, and uncovers its hidden secrets.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”