MTL - Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert - Chapter 316 Hidden secrets

The world has ended. I’m the only survivor left in the shelter. But by my side is the world’s most advanced AI, Artemis.

I became a scientist for an evil organization.…But I’m too competent.

The protagonist was reborn three years ago when God's Honor was globally launched.When the protagonist learned that he had the power to see through everything in the game, he came to realize that the game that he had played for three years in his past life had a lot of secrets.The world inside the game was known as the Laphiem Continent where more than hundreds of tribes lived together, including the werewolves, elves, succubus, angels, titans, and more.The protagonist would use his newly found power and his past life experiences to alter his fate in the chaotic world.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?