Building a Viking Empire with Modern Industry - Chapter 39: Honey-Trap

In 2122, the “game” came.
【Are you terminally ill? Disabled? Disfigured? Unbearable pain? Do you feel that life is meaningless? Come join the game! Survive, win, win with high scores, and you will gain a healthier body, a better appearance, and greater abilities…you will—evolve! 】
[Global live broadcast of the game, registration starts now——]
Eighteenth-tier star Lu Tingliu entered the game with a terminally ill diagnosis certificate in hand.
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After each player enters the game, they will draw a basic card of their own, which will determine their evolutionary direction and their basic ability.
The card Lu Tingliu drew is called [Split].
Skill introduction: You are a splitter. You are a mercenary that money can buy, you are a doctor who is good at anatomy, you are a great detective who knows everything, you are a god, you are a car mechanic, you are a stunning beauty, you are a weak child… You are a splitter. You are the top actor, you are the most insane lunatic.
Current Split Personality: 2/147
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In the era of gaming, players have become the most high-profile stars.
Lu Tingliu is the most mysterious, the most heretical, and the most insane among them.

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One sentence introduction: Become a goddess

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Ten thousand years later, ice has melted. The Soul Federation Scientific Exploration team found an egg with a golden and silver pattern on it in the far north of the land, and after examining it with an apparatus, they found out that there were vital signs inside. They hurriedly brought it back to the institute for hatching.

The egg hatched, but it was a baby, a baby exactly the same as a human – a baby born out of an egg.

Apocalypse had descended!Strange creatures sprung out from the earth bringing calamity upon the world, the earth was twisted beyond measure and even the moon was engulfed by the chaos.But it was only for a time, up until all waves of beasts would be cleared and the torment would lift, pending it's re-descent—in a never ending loop.A judgment from the gods.Their sins?No one had a clue.Their path to forgiveness?Even more unclear.Their only salvation was the Curse Bearers, people who could bend the wind to their will, move objects with as little as a thought and call mythical beasts to their aid.Ark was one of them, albeit with a little quirk.He was cursed to die, his curse set to consume his soul.But it was going to take far more than that to kill one born with the Heritage of a god!—————————————>R18 is for gore and Dark themes.Note: This is not your typical Apocalypse novel, the apocalypse is a well represented theme among many others.Just give it a read, I’m sure you’ll like it… or so they all say ;)Additional Tags:Two Worlds, Unusual system

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.