Boundless Necromancer - Chapter 22: Hunter Han Sungyeun (2)

In Eylille, a bustling metropolis renowned for its strategic position at the sea’s estuary and vibrant trade, the ambition to thrive attracts many from surrounding counties. However, Limond stands out as a place for those lacking ambition. Amidst this backdrop, Yu Huazang, a high school senior from a challenging background, faces a critical mock exam in Liberty School.Despite the school’s low expectations for his class, Yu’s life is more complicated than his teachers realize. Raised in an orphanage and later by a kind old man, Yu now supports his family by working night shifts, which affects his academic performance. During the exam, he makes a desperate guess on a question, inadvertently activating a mysterious “”God Level Choice System.”” This system presents him with choices that could alter his fate, starting with a simple decision on the exam that promises a novice gift bag as a reward. As Yu contemplates this unexpected turn, readers are left wondering: What is this system, and how will it change Yu’s life?

In the Holy Grail War, who holds the artifact and beats everything?

Gilgamesh! It’s yellow hair! It’s yellow hair!

In the face of catastrophe, who can stand up and save the world?

Kurosaki Ichigo! Uzumaki Naruto! It’s yellow hair! It’s yellow hair! It’s yellow hair!

In front of the heroine, who can counterattack, the bull-headed protagonist?

It’s yellow hair! It’s yellow hair!

Who is Huangmao?

I am Huangmao!

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In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

Igor had asked him to die for the world. She would ask him to die for her. Problem was, he didn't really like dying, not for a second time, at least.