MTL - Concubine’s Stunning Daughter : Ghost Emperor Please Be Lenient! - Chapter 1213 Tear up and never see again

“SSS Skills are said to have a will and inheritance. What more have you inherited other than your immortality, Deathless Hunter?”

“Death... your demise is also in my hands.”

Reincarnated into a world where women sit on authoritative seats, Hunter appeared to lack both mana and skill.

However, aware of the real circumstances of his body, he kept his true strength and past life a secret and lived as a sidekick to the village's primary hunter team, hiding in plain sight as “just a man.”

On one fateful day, Hunter's role changed dramatically when his hunting team encountered a red wolf, an enemy they could not defeat.

The beast's jaws appeared to have killed Hunter, but in reality, they had awakened his slumbering SSS Skill - Deathless.

But is immortality all there is to this seemingly simple yet remarkable skill?

Invited by the gorgeous woman known as the boss of the guild Darkness, Hunter leaves his village to learn more about himself and to get stronger to consort with the most beautiful women of this female dominated world!

To become him! Yes, him! Him... wielding the law of Death across the entire universe.

The Death Himself...

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[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.