MTL - Immortal Mansion Longevity - Chapter 177 No leaks

Lin Qin is reborn back to 1984 on the night she was “caught in bed” by her in-laws. In her previous life, she and the “adulterer” Chen Wenjun were framed, and besides proclaiming their innocence, they knew nothing, eventually being forced to divorce. Her scumbag husband married his mistress and lived a glamorous life, while using her daughter as a servant.In this life, she decides to clear her name. Since they made her life difficult, no one should expect to have an easy time.Unexpectedly, the “adulterer” Chen Wenjun also reincarnated and cooperated with her in perfect harmony, crushing the family that wronged them so that they suffered all kinds of hardships.Then they manage to live their best lives.(Note: The heroine and hero are both in their second marriages with children, starting from scratch and gradually striving for success.)Highlight: The heroine is not a pushover! The heroine is not a pushover! It's just that things start disastrously!

A woman from ancient times falls in love with her soulmate.

Notice: This story contains R18+ themes, including violence, sensual and sexual content, blood-related addiction, and dark psychological elements. Reader discretion advised.I died in a library, crushed under centuries of forgotten knowledge. Fitting.Now I’ve woken up in a coffin, starving, undead, and very much not human.They call me a Fledgling—a bottom-feeder vampire barely above a ghoul. I’m weak, hunted, and tethered to a world straight out of a cursed tabletop campaign. It’s a classic fantasy realm—elves, knights, guilds, and dungeons—but twisted by a dark, rotting magic. The moon shines red, the gods are silent, and every town smells like fear.To make matters worse, I’ve been bound to a LitRPG system called the Blood Codex.Level up by draining blood.Unlock skills by embracing your monstrous nature.Resist Corruption... or don’t.There's no prophecy. No chosen one nonsense. No noble title. Just fangs, rot, and whatever I can steal, trick, or kill to survive.But the deeper I sink into this world’s underbelly, the more I realize something is watching me through the system. The rules are breaking. Dungeon bosses are going mad. Entire towns are disappearing.And I think I’m supposed to fix it… or maybe finish the job.

“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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