The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life - Chapter 284 (2)

[Ding! You have extracted the Dragon Empress’s unborn child. Do you wish to claim it as a pet?][Ding! You have extracted all the impurities from the Starlight Sword. Its rank has been upgraded from Epic to Legendary!][Ding! You have extracted the skill: Lightning Judgment Lv100.][Ding! You have extracted the unique Class Blood warlock!]…After dying at the hands of the God of Destruction, Gabriel found himself in the body of an insignificant character in the game Realm of Ascendancy, before its launch and convergence with reality.Witnessing the world being obliterated before his eyes, along with his friends and family, Gabriel swore to make a difference in this timeline.Armed with the God-tier Extraction Talent, follow him as he uses his knowledge of the game’s future to manipulate both NPCs and players, turning them into powerful lackeys who will lay down their lives for him without hesitation.And all he needed to do was fulfill the unique condition set by the mysterious goddess who granted him a second chance.“The skills of those you kill? Yours.”“Their strength, their talent, their souls? Yours.”“Their loot? Yours.”“Their class? Yours!”“The resources of the universe? Yours!”“Their experience points? Yours!”“You will devour the power of the strong and rise beyond the heavens.”“Kill, KILL, KILL, KILL! Kill everything that blocks your path—monsters, humans, gods, whatever! Slaughter them and extract!!”

Lugh woke up to find that he had transmigrated to a hundred million years later.

Kenji had become the Emperor’s right hand man which he always wanted to be. He thought that this position would help him to become one of the most popular and powerful figure in history, He did not know that the newly crowned Emperor considered him as a threat. Secrets were being prepared to deal with this ‘dangerous subject’ who had become too influential to be ignored.“Oh, Dearest brother, I have to congratulate you on your well-deserved hire! How great must it feel to receive a court audience and the special joy of having a sword under your head before the imperial family!” The emperor said warmly.'Oh dearest sister... Your congrats are out of place... you just made the situation worse...'

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.