Second World - Chapter 1722. Ice and Darkness

As the newly appointed 12th Fatui Harbringer of Snezhnaya, with the nickname of the [Ausbilder], or The [Instructor], Bai Luo feels a little uneasy.This is because the Cryo Archon has given him a task: to go to Inazuma as the Snezhnaya Envoy.As a world traveler, he knows full well the consequences of going to Inazuma—he will definitely be targeted by Raiden Shogun.However, if he doesn't go, the Cryo Archon will also target him.So he chooses to employ a traditional technique that everyone tend to use from time to time in his previous world.Slacking off.

"To be a star is to own the world and all the people in it."
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Two years ago, Aiden came to the United States to experience the American Dream. But after sleepless nights of struggle, just when he was on the verge of giving up, a translucent screen flashed in front of him - it was a System!

A System that would make him embark on a journey to Hollywood. And today, he takes his first step by mesmerising the world through his singing!

So come and join him, for his journey, has just begun.

Singing? I'm the best at it.
Acting? I have Oscars lying around in my bathroom; you can practice your acceptance with it.
Movie Direction? They call me the king of the box office.
Novel Writing? Two words: Best Seller.

From creating the highest-selling music album to becoming the world's most famous superhero - Aiden will do everything to write his own legend.

--- All the songs and movie scripts in this book will be Original, and I'll be the one writing them. ---
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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.