Witcher: I Can Extract Everything - Chapter 288 - Island

The country girl, Emily, was an orphan. She survived off the scraps that she could find from families around her. Every one of them despised her.

One day, a fairy-like little brother came to the city and brought her home.

At first, Emily wasn’t popular in other people’s homes, but she quickly awakened her god-tier learning talent. She could learn pretty much anything and everything in an instant.

Soon, Emily was regarded as a child prodigy. She was proficient in all sorts of arts, including zither, chess, and calligraphy, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

The elders and older brothers who didn’t really like her in the past were all captivated by her and spoilt her like a little fairy.

Every day, her grandparents, parents, uncles, aunties, and brothers fought to pamper her.

Grandpa said, “Baby, can you help Grandpa take a look at this painting?

Grandpa liked to collect oil paintings, but his deteriorating eyesight couldn’t discern good paintings from bad ones, and he kept getting tricked by sellers . So he had to consult the seven-year-old Emily because paintings that passed through Emily’s hands were never wrong.

Her father pleaded, “Baby, help me. The chairman of the Gu Site Corporation wants to get a calligraphy painting from you. This will determine whether my company can land a deal with them!”

Her brothers pleaded. “Baby, are you busy today? When are you going to visit your brother’s school? I promised the principal that I would bring you there. You can’t go back on your word.”

An Xu opened his eyes and found that he was in a world with both ABO and supernatural abilities.
She pinched her face hard, but it didn’t hurt at all.
So this female alpha and lightning power user happily thought,
It’s rare to have such an interesting dream, and I’m blunt. (=￣ω￣=)
A painless aristocratic girl who traveled to the world of ABO+ supernatural powers,
The mentally retarded otaku who thinks he is dreaming, lives as he pleases in another world,
I mistakenly hit the promotion and salary to be a unparalleled king.

Female A male O, simple and rude middle school girl (female lead/alpha) X feeds a tiger brain to make up a knight (male lead/omega), cool writing, puppy blood when falling in love.

An Xu: Hey, am I not a teacher of justice?
Chris: ……………
Everyone: (No, no, I don’t think it looks like the villain’s side is better!!)

hint:
1. ABO world view, female A male O (say important things twice);
2. The heroine thought she was dreaming, and for a long time has been the crazy devil king in the eyes of everyone, and she is absolutely not pure and flawless in terms of morality
3. The hero Chris is a growth-type holy father, gradually evolving
The above points should be cautious, if you can’t accept the setting, please let it go

Content tags: strong female power soul conversion knight and sword
Search keywords: Protagonist: An Xu (Anna Sullivan), Chris Field ┃ Supporting roles: Nancy, Esther, etc. ┃ Others: female A male O, female attack, cool text, invisible pretense, brain Complementary heroes, ABOs, abilities

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He adores her to the very core, sparing nothing, even risking his own life, all to provide a lifelong sanctuary for her and the child. She loves him as if he were life itself, desiring nothing more than to live and die together, never to be parted. With four lively and adorable children, a spirited mother, and a charming father, their story unfolds into a joyful and sentimental tale of happiness!

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”