Fantasy: I! Accept disciples and become stronger! - Chapter 410

[Ding!][Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!][System Binding In Progress...!][System Successfully Linked!][Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX][Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?][YES][NO]Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle.To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer.Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they?This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in.He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button.[You have drawn Charm!][Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!]“Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles...” Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification.And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped.“THIS IS FOR REAL!!!”

On the day of Ye Xi’s blind date, he married the mysterious and handsome Mr. Huo.The man said, “The house is yours, the car is yours, and even I am yours. You only need to be responsible for looking as beautiful as a flower.”She was confused and confused by the great good news. She asked blankly, “Then, what do I need to do?”The man only smiled. “You’ll know when night comes.”Later on, in order to sleep well and rack his brains, Ye Xi found out that there was no such thing as a free lunch in 

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

The royal bastard of House Vasquer, Argrave, changed after his stay studying magic at the Tower of the Gray Owl.

The sickly man's awkward posture and cruel behavior have been replaced with a neat dignity and acerbic wit.

Though once listless, he now strives towards his goals with a life-or-death tenacity.

Most come away thinking he seems to know too many details about too much. Few can claim to know his motives or his goals.

Yet behind that confident appearance, the primary contributor for an open-world RPG's wiki battles existential dread and things far beyond his ken as he struggles to adapt to a grim, gothic fantasy world mirroring his favorite game.

The prospect of fighting against a world-ending calamity loses all of its appeal when it transitions from entertainment to reality.

Argrave is spurred towards unwanted heroism to preserve his life as he struggles desperately to keep this sinking ship afloat.