Divine Doctor's Harem - Chapter 840 My people don’t die that easily

The Priest of a nameless God, Kyle.Forsaken by the ones he once called his companions.

The world had started doomsday, and I struggled for a year, before I died under an enchanted beast’s claw. Heaven has given me another chance, back a day before the end happen. Will I be able to change my fate, and that of my loved ones? Now, I will start my journey on becoming the strongest on the planet that the Gods have changed into a game world.

The apocalypse arrived and the humans slowly adapted to the extreme environment.After the apocalypse, Su Jiyai’s life becomes more miserable at her foster parent’s house.Her foster mother kept finding ways to sell her, her cousins wanted to kill her to reduce the burden, and her foster dad tried to take advantage of her.However, it was the moment when her foster parents pushed her to get admitted to the Army instead of their biological daughter, that she left the home and severed her ties with them.When she was admitted into the Army, she fought with zombies with her bare hands as she had no superpowers.Just when Su Jiayi was fighting with the zombies near a mysterious place and was sure she would die, she accidentally triggered a system and became the owner of that mysterious place.Not only did she have a safe place to stay, but she also had a super amazing system that allowed her to multiply the things she obtained from Deminsion Hunting.[Ding! Vending Machine Detected! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Vending Machine X ∞! The Host can start buying Vending Machines for 200 Federal Coins][Ding! A Deluxe Room Detected! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Deluxe Room X ∞! The Host can start buying Deluxe Room for 10000 Federal Coins]She opened her own residential area and grocery store.Her grocery store and the rental house soon became an instant hit and people from different places came to please her.As her business was growing, her foster parents came begging her but she just kicked them out.Oh! And wasn’t that the captain of Willow Army whom she had a crush on? Why is he looking at her as a lost treasure when he doesn’t even know her real identity…

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.