Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree - Chapter 393: Tear of the Stars

The legitimate daughter of the Duke Mansion, Shen Ruoxi, married into the General Mansion, spending two years alone in an empty room. She devoted herself to serving her in-laws and supporting the household. However, her husband returned triumphant, bringing back a pregnant woman, and even promised to marry her openly as a secondary wife!Fine, she had long had enough of being the General's wife; there was nothing to linger for. A divorce letter cut things cleanly.Upon meeting again, she had already become the army's renowned miracle doctor. Why does the heartless man now look regretfully abandoned? Staring at her stunningly beautiful face, his eyes reddened.The jealous and furious Prince Zhan, embarrassed by his anger, said, “General Xiao, Ruoxi is now this prince's princess consort. If you wish to die, this prince will grant you that wish.”

Betrayed. Murdered. Forgotten. Orion Vale, the strongest warrior and rightful heir, fell under his own beloved's blade—Shia, now the Empress of Eldora. Yet, fate has not finished with him. Reborn with memories of his previous life, he will crave a new path, rising through cultivation, swordsmanship, and magic. But as he seeks revenge, whispers of a larger conspiracy emerge. Was his death betrayal… or the cruel design of destiny? In a world where power is reign, Orion will create his own destiny.-------------Give a try first twenty chapter then judge my work.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.