This Earth Is A Bit Fearsome - Chapter 1223: Challenging the Strength of an Emperor Lord

Keith, a vieux riche, spoiled and cherished, heir to the Demiliore Consortium, lives his life at large. Power, Wealth, Fame; He has it all.

But is it all just a dream?

With a set of memories, the knowledge of the future, in a play orchestrated by the destiny, knowing well that he is born to be a Villain, will he prevail? Or is he going to fall at the hands of the Child of Destiny just like he did in the nightmare that haunts him?

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Author's Note:

Yes, the story is heavily influenced by Urban-Fantasy Chinese Novels. Don't read if you have a problem with those types of plots. 'Cliche' plot elements are bound to appear, so if you easily get triggered by such things, keep away. And I would advise you to not even start the story if you are the ardent believer of 'Good shall prevail over the Evil'. Keep away! MC here is a Villain! But yes, he is not someone deprived of emotions, even though he is a Scum. So, do not expect an outright Evil MC either.

I don't write Netorare. Don't worry about it!

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Update Schedule:

Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday on WN, SH, MSB. Coming soon on RoyalRoad.

As for the Patrons, almost Daily updates with guaranteed 25 Chapters each month with a possibility of a few more Chapters.

Warnings:

> Incest
> Dark Elements
> Sexual Content
> Traumatising Content
> Gore
> Manipulative MC
> Sexual Abuse
> Parallel World (Almost a new World)
> Fantasy Elements (Full-fledged Fantasy later)
> System
> Slavery

“My life as a demon… No. My life as human is really…”

The young president, Yu Shu, is vigorous and unsmiling. The outside world commented that she is a high-altitude flower that can be seen from afar but not to be played. Prejudice.
At first, she hated Zhao Qingying, just because this woman delayed her brother’s study, and later, it was because… she was too profligate.
Xiaolang’s hooves should be cured!
Later, really fragrant——
One day, my younger brother saw his idol sitting in his living room, and said pleasantly, “Brother Ying, why are you here?!”
Yu Shu said meaningfully: “Well, it’s indeed a big wedding.”

Zhao Qingying’s flourishing beauty is the center of the topic, the darling of the media and the favorite of the paparazzi, and there will never be a shortage of gossip targets around her. One day, she was interviewed.
Host: “The boss of the hotel is dating you, is it true?”
Zhao Qingying: “My brother.”
Host: “The financial tycoon is rumored to be your benefactor, is the news reliable?”
Zhao Qingying: “My father.”
The host asked weakly: “Then Yu Shu, who has been in frequent contact with you recently, who are you?”
Zhao Qingying looked at the camera, her eyebrows and eyes curved: “My wife.”

The cold president who is obsessed with making money from games X the big star who only cares about teasing girls

[Don’t ask, it’s sweet to ask! 】
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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.