My Mage System (BL) - Chapter 457 Too afraid it would be called off

Ruan Qiuqiu had transmigrated into a cannon fodder that had the same name as her in the novel, Sweet Pampering in Ancient Times: Demon King Husband, Please Spare Me

Right now, there were two paths before her:

Option 1: Continue playing the role of the supporting female character. After a few rounds of being faceslapped by the female lead, she would die tragically in the beast tide.

Option 2: For the sake of the tribe having enough salt, marry the wolf tribe’s former chief, a fierce wolf demon that was disfigured, crippled, and possibly had personality issues.

Ruan Qiuqiu chose the second option without hesitation. She rather go live a peaceful and ambitious-free life than compete with the female lead over some guy.

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Due to a mishap, Mr. Big Bad Wolf, who had the blood of fiends in him, had become disfigured, crippled, and blind.

He was on the verge of death and his tribe had abandoned him. When he fell to the state of being so hungry that he was gnawing on ice…

The young bride, who his tribe had exchanged 300 catties of salt for, carefully walked to his side and covered his ugly damaged body with an animal hide.

She softly called him, “Husband?”

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

{Information revealed!} {These are the benefits!!} {Do you wish to steal its skills and powers?} “What the hell is this?! What am I seeing?” A Kid was flabbergasted seeing all the information about anything he set his eyes on, from beasts, Plants, and even Nonliving things. {Do you wish to steal the artifact’s Ability?} The 1-year-old child who looks like a 10 years old smiled; “I don’t know what this is, but that didn’t mean I can’t utilize it... With these Eyes... I’ll be the youngest Emperor in the whole three Continents!!” ____________ Aaron was a 30 years old man, who had gotten reincarnated four times... He made sure to be the strongest in each lifetime... A General. A President. The Young Master Of a powerful family, Who Engraved his name on everyone’s minds. A Renowned Scientist, who created the first Youth preserving drug. _______ Such a Man got Reincarnated to his fifth Lifetime As The Cursed Child, The bringer of Death and Destruction. “Can you believe that?!” _____ Will Aaron Use his past experience and show the world his strength, or be The Cursed Child everyone is so terrified of? Let’s find out.

Tsunderes are refreshing at times but having to chase a wife is hell. Oppress the tsunderes!

In ancient times, oppressive scums were boring old stories. It was pure crap, only for entertainment, having neither escalated or was serious plot. Everyone just enjoyed reading it.

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