Ryuu Kusari no Ori -Kokoro no Uchi no “Kokoro”- - Chapter 7[LN] Volume 1:

A car accident left Mu Lan, who was about to get a divorce, with sudden amnesia.Gazing at the strange man before her claiming to be her husband, Mu Lan was speechless. Could her taste really be that terrible that she chose a man with a poker face?“Whether I was blind or out of my mind before, since the heavens have granted me amnesia, this is an opportunity to start anew.So, this marriage, I'm definitely ending it!”However, no one can escape the so-called 'True Fragrance Law.'Not only did she fail to get the divorce, but she also ended up investing herself into it....Tingxiao never expected to suddenly find charm in the woman he had married for seven years and hardly bothered to look at more than once, all because of her amnesia.But even though they had agreed that once her family overcame their difficulties, they would go their separate ways, he found himself unable to let go.“Tingxiao, you're shameless, breaking your promise and growing fat from it.”“If I'm fat, I'm fat; for my wife, I accept it!”

Being a normal man Axel lived a good life till he was murdered. Now he needs to navigate a new world where magic monsters fantastical races and mythical beast are everywhere. Join Axel as he navigates this new world full of wonders and hardship. Will he meet a gruesome end or find a life he can live happily. Oh, did I mention...This book is my second work. It'll have romance, and fighting. It'll have intrigue and vile characters. It will have R-18 scenes and much more. Give it a try.

After crossing, I discovered that there is a resurgence in the East and there is a dawn in the West.

The steam cannon and the mysterious collision, the Western extraordinary gradually awakened.

[Blasting Master] + [Steam Expert] = [Machinist]
[Soul Master] + [Swordsman] = [Curse Swordsman]

A variety of advanced, transfer and hidden professions, as well as never-ending exploration.

As the mystery of the West gradually unfolded, the ancient gods gradually recovered, and a world full of freshness began to kick off in front of Sulu.

The old god is recovering, the new god is rising, what should ordinary people do? Fortunately, there is a property panel!

- Description from uukanshu (translated)

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.