Transmigrated into the Gacha Game I Abandoned for 10 Years - Chapter 4: Reunion (1)

When she was ten, she said, “When I grow up, I want to be the President!”“It's impossible, but you can be the President's wife,” he replied.He gazed at her tenderly. His youthful eyes filled with deep affection, as if he wanted to give her the whole world.When she was thirty-three, due to a leak of military secrets, she was imprisoned for treason, and she saw his signature on the death sentence document.She finally understood that the so-called undying love was fake, and that power and status were the true goals.Love is just like a ghost—more talked about than seen....Reborn and back to the age of twenty, she opened her eyes and shouted, “I must be the President!”“But, Madam... Your husband is already the President,” someone said.She was stunned for only a second, then viciously replied, “Then I'll take him down first, and I'll become the President!”A man gently pushed open the half-closed door, chuckling softly, “Did I hear wrong? Sweetie, you want to... take me down?”

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT [18+]An enemy, a punishment, a curse in disguise of blessing.An alpha who simply wants to claim an omega as his.An omega escaping his tragic past, trying to heal the scars that seem to never fade.Synopsis:In a world where Alphas ruled and Omegas were seen as figures of motherhood and love, Ren lived as a Beta. And in a world where humans have mixed with other species such as gods, demons, elves, witches, Ren was a human of pure blood.However, from a young age, he had been able to see what others cannot. A mere glance could kill. A single touch could heal. Born with a cursed blessing—the power to both save and destroy—Ren was bound and raised by the temple, blindfolded and used as a living weapon. For years, they unleashed his power against their greatest enemy: the Ravhara Kingdom, with whom war had raged for centuries.But after taking too many lives, Ren couldn’t bear the guilt and the nightmares haunting him. He escaped and crossed the border into Ravhara kingdom, hiding his identity. Disguised as a servant, he began working under the very army he once fought—under their general, Zayden Sylvaris—as his personal servant under strange circumstances.Ren worked by his side like a ghost. As if he wasn’t there in the first place.Everything was going smoothly… until one night, the general followed the sweet scent of an omega—only to find Ren, his personal attendant, standing there.Him? An Omega in heat?But that couldn’t be. He didn’t any hire Omega, and Betas weren’t supposed to have a scent. So certainly… he had to be an Omega hiding his identity.And it was the very servant who screamed, “DEMON!” on their first meeting.Zayden becomes consumed with the need to find out the truth. But as desire clashes with hatred, and secrets unravel, one thing becomes dangerously clear: The servant he thought was ordinary, is far more than he appeared.How long can Ren keep his identity buried?And what happens when an Alpha who only wants to claim… meets an omega who was never meant to be touched?DISCLAIMER:This story is set in a fictional, fantasy, omegaverse (ABO) universe. All lore are the author’s imagination.Content Warning: This novel contains scenes of violence, trauma, abuse, and other mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Please read cautiously.This is also a slow burn. So if you expect quick progress, then it might not be your cup of tea.And lastly, as I always say, understand the characters. Do not judge them.Enjoy the read!

Sherlock is a new generation Dungeon Lord whose ambition is to become the greatest Devil King and building up the greatest Dungeon in the Underworld.

He summons a group of other-worldly goblins who give themselves strange names, form cliques, engage in commerce, and even fight among themselves.

They call themselves—Gamers!

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My mother was in the late stages of cancer, and her greatest wish before she died was to see Theodore Grant and me get married.After I begged and pleaded, Theodore Grant agreed to have a wedding with me, so that my mother could pass away in peace.But on the wedding day, the groom was nowhere to be found. I called him over and over again, but no one answered...I became the laughingstock of the wedding, and my mother, in her anger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaving me with regret.I was busy with my mother's funeral arrangements, with no time to investigate where he had gone.It wasn't until the next day that a friend sent me a screenshot of a social media post.My husband was holding another woman in his arms, his face full of doting affection...