National Forensic Doctor - Chapter 725 - 668: Beckoning the Willows

While others transmigrate into the role of a villainous young lady, I, on the other hand, became the ab*sed female lead in a sadistic novel! I’m trembling with anger, but there’s no one to seek justice from! This is a story about a girl who transmigrates into a weak, pitiful, and helpless heroine. With her natural charm, gentle demeanor, and a touch of tea-loving personality, she conquers the hearts of the villainous female leads, ultimately achieving a sweet and satisfying counterattack.

“If I were ever reincarnated in another world, I’d be the ultimate villain.”That was the last thing Ace joked about before getting hit by an out of control ambulance–ironically, while saving his best friend.Truly, Fate has a twisted sense of humor.Now Reincarnated in a fantasy world, Ace isn’t a chosen one, a prodigy, or a hero. He’s a background nobody—an extra in a story already set in motion. Weak, talentless, and scorned by society, his new life seems doomed to follow the same path as his last: forgotten and meaningless.Destined to be killed off early in the plot, With no noble bloodline, no rare mana affinity, and a world stacked against him. Ace must rise from the ashes of his failure and break this tradegy, the only way he knows how.But Ace isn’t the same person he used to be.Armed with wit, ambition, and a twisted sense of justice, he refuses to bow to fate. If the world wants a villain, then a villain it shall get. He’ll climb the ranks, topple the so-called heroes, and make sure the world never overlooks him again.This time, the extra is writing his own story and it starts with CHAOS.But as he treads the line between fiction and reality, a bigger question looms—Was his reincarnation really an accident?

She was once an heiress, but later her family went bankrupt, and her fiancé betrayed her. Besides, she had to bear the expensive medical expenses of her brother. Therefore, to regain everything, she decidedly married her ex's cousin in a deal. Initially, he was very aloof and didn't care about women at all, but he gradually fell in love with her, protecting her and supporting her...

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.