MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress - Chapter 2000 Enemies are narrow

#WARNINGVivid descriptions of abuse scenes.Readers discretion is advised.They call it an honor, but everyone knows the truth.Every year, the Lycans choose one werewolf from the Feral Packs to attend Lunar Crest Academy. A place of wealth, power, and deadly secrets. A place no Feral has ever returned from.This year, that sacrifice is Lorraine AndersonBranded as the outcast of the ShadowFang Pack, she has endured years of torment at the hands of those who once called her family. Beaten, broken, and betrayed, she is now being handed over to the monsters that rule them all. The Lycans.She knows what awaits her.....death.But when she arrives at Lunar Crest Academy, she finds something even worse than death. A game.One where she is the lowest-ranked player.One where survival is impossible.And at the center of it all stands him.The Lycan prince. Cold. Ruthless. Dangerous. His red eyes seem to follow her every move, his presence a constant, suffocating force. She should fear him like everyone else. She should cower under his gaze.But she doesn’t.Because beneath his terrifying exterior, there’s something else. Something dark and possessive. Something that makes her heart pound in a way it never should.In a world where strength is everything and weakness means death, Lorraine has only one choice.... to fight.Even if it means challenging the very monsters that want to destroy her.Even if it means becoming something far more terrifying than anyone ever expected.Because one thing is certain…She will not die quietly.

“Where the f*ck am I?”

One day, he suddenly fell into a world of barbarism and superstition.

“F*ck, I ain’t a savage!”

By the time I realized it, I had reincarnated into another world.

I kept sleeping, and at some point I became a Demon Lord.

Even though I never wished for it.

But for me to not have to work, this world is the best. It must be true that good things happen to good people.

The flavor of Sloth is as sweet as honey. Glory, diligence, virtue, or honor. I have no interest in anything like that.

What’s there to hide? The Lazy king is… none other than me.