MTL - Silent Reading - Chapter 107 Verkhovinsky (seventeen)

In a world where strength is law and the weak are trampled, Ezra Cain was destined for nothing—crippled, abandoned, and left to rot. But when death comes knocking, something awakens within him.[Primordial Evolution System Activated.]A forgotten power lost to time, capable of infinite growth, limitless evolution, and ultimate domination. From the ashes of his former self, Ezra begins his ascent—devouring monsters, absorbing abilities, and forging a path no being has ever walked. But power comes at a cost.Ancient gods stir in fear. Forbidden realms tremble. The strongest beings in existence move to eradicate him before he reaches his full potential. But Ezra is no pawn in their game—if the gods wish to stop him, then he will do what no one has dared before.He will evolve beyond them. He will devour them. He will become the first Primordial Overlord.The age of gods is over. His reign begins.

Accused by his enemies, Tang Yin was led to a dead end and died at the hands of his enemies. Even so, fate gave him a new chance, and his soul traveled to a lower world, where he managed to reincarnate.His new body had no cultivation and no family either, so he was now a total cripple in an unknown world, with enemies lurking at his door.Yet, he is the proud Divine Heir, dubbed the 'Divine Son' of the Upper Realm. How could something so simple stop him?That is why he will forge his own path and rise again, this time by the hand of a mysterious power that belongs exclusively to him.'Even if I don't understand why I was chosen as Divine Heir, I will create my own path and forge my own power.' He thought.At the same time, a strange and mysterious system with an attractive power, which it said could help him complete his revenge, appeared before him.[You must become the Host of the Domination System][Do you accept?]

[*Ding*

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?