After the Fake Young Lady Stole Everything from Me, I Became the World’s Sweetheart - Chapter 403 - Four-Hundred and Three: Elders

In a bizarre twist of fate, Damien, an ordinary man from our world, finds himself inexplicably transported to a medieval fantasy realm. But this is not a simple tale of displacement; Damien undergoes a profound transformation, awakening as Logan, a wolf beastman and the destined heir to the chieftainship of the wolf beastmen Tribe.As Logan, he inherits not just a new form but a complex legacy of power and ambition, underpinned by the dreams of his tribe to elevate their leader to the divine status of a wolf deity. His transformation is accompanied by the mystical Tribal Chief System, a potent force that endows him with extraordinary knowledge and abilities, elevating his potential far beyond any ordinary beastman.The story intensifies when Logan’s father, the revered chief of the beastmen Silvermane, perishes in battle. This tragedy thrusts Logan into a leadership role much sooner than anticipated. As the new chief, he must navigate a world rife with dangers—both from rival tribes jealous of the Silvermane's prosperity and darker forces that threaten the mystical balance of the realm.Logan's ascent to power is an arduous journey of personal growth and leadership. He must harness his new abilities to outmaneuver his enemies, solidify his tribe's standing, and forge crucial alliances. The Tribal Chief System guides him, offering strategies and powers that could dictate the future of his people.

The Fu family in Liushan Village has had boys for generations, and was so poor that only boys were left, and they finally hoped for a daughter. As soon as the little girl was born, the grandmother who was almost dead was so happy that she recovered from her illness; as soon as she went out to pick up things and found her hands were soft, all the birds and animals flying in the sky, swimming in the water, and running in the mountains fell in front of her, like a pie falling .

I thought that picking up gold would be powerful enough, but I didn’t expect to find a husband on the way, who is still quite a powerful person.

Ever since she was born in Fujia, it has been smooth and smooth, and she has never failed to do business and build a house. The family members treat her dearly and spoil her to death.

Monsters lurk in the night, but what if something else hunted them? An incident in his childhood left Velik an outcast with a racial subtype that thrives at night and unique class called [The Black Fang], which focuses on just one thing: killing monsters. He’s good at finding them, and he’s good at slaying them. For ten years, he’s been gaining levels and sharpening his skills on the thousands of monsters infesting the wild lands of the frontier. For ten years, he’s kept a lonely stretch of towns safe. Despite his efforts, this year has seen an explosion in the monster population, so much that he’s no longer capable of protecting everyone by himself. This draws the interest of another monster hunter, one that’s professionally licensed, but he seems more interested in investigating Velik than anything else. At least with him there, Velik is free to finally explore the mysteries of the deep wood, where he believes the source of all monsters resides. Every answer he finds leads to new questions, and not even Velik himself knows the truth of what happened on that fateful day. One thing’s for sure: not even the monsters are safe in the dark.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.