Life didn't get easier, even in another world - Chapter 62

In the third year of the reign of Yu State, it rained in the city of Weizhou.

Li Ang woke up in a daze, dreaming that there was a sword hidden in his head.

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The Death Knight, who mu*dered his family and brought calamity upon humanity, is given the chance to go back in time and correct his mistakes.Damien Haksen possessed talent that would have gone down in history. However, an Archlich, the pinnacle of Dark Magic, turned him into a Death Knight and made him live as a s*ave.Under the Archlich’s command, he ultimately mu*dered his own family and destroyed an entire Kingdom.He regained his senses at the very last moment, but it was already too late. Just as he was about to give up everything, a miracle occurred.Regression.Returning to where he was before it all began, his goal was clear.“This time, I’ll live solely for the happiness and future of my family. Of course…”After condemning every last one of those filthy Dark Mages and giving them a taste of hell!

Four years ago, after a night of drunkenness, she had a relationship with a stranger and fled in panic upon waking up. Four years later, she returns with a soft, cute little bun by her side.“Bad uncle, you're not allowed to bully my mommy!”The man looked at the little bun, who was not even tall enough to reach his waist, and gave a charming smile. “Shouldn't you ask your mommy why you look exactly like me?”

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.