The Artist Who Paints Dungeon - Chapter 27

Wei Chi transmigrated to the Nine Continents of the Celestial Realm. Initially, he was prepared to just be an honest third son of a family. However, after a turn of events, he had no choice but to inherit an entire divine cultivation plan.From then onward, his vibe changed a little.When he saw a girl with decent talents, he immediately asked, “Girl, are you interested in divine cultivation?”In the blink of an eye, 10 million years had passed.Numerous top-class empresses flew through the sky and showed up in front of Wei Chi.Wei Chi wailed and yelled,“I really don’t have any more cultivation methods!”“Please stop coming here!”“You’re all grown-ups now!”

David travels to a month before the apocalypse, where countless zombies and mutant beasts have emerged.

At the brink of global catastrophe, he unexpectedly obtains a storage space of 50 million cubic meters, where any stored items receive a 100,000 times boost in effectiveness.

“Your stored Dongpo pork has received a 100,000 times boost!”

“Your stored fried chicken has received a 100,000 times boost!”

“You have discovered a portion of petroleum, receiving a 100,000 times boost!”

Before the apocalypse arrives, he stockpiles billions of supplies.

While others suffer from hunger and fight for a single pack of instant noodles, David leisurely enjoys red wine and steak within the safety of his fortress.

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Fang Zhou transmigrated into the immortal cultivation world, and the first thing he did was personally cancel his engagement.As a straightforward and macho man, he decided to cancel the engagement to a beautiful girl with a great figure.In this world where men were inferior and women were esteemed, the righteous were women, the villains were women, the cultivators were women, and even the gods who created the heavens and earth were women.Female warriors robbed the rich to help the poor and explored the world with their swords. Men, on the other hand, had to be cautious when going out so that they could protect themselves, lest they be robbed of their wealth and dignity, leaving them with nothing.Transmigrating into such a world, Fang Zhou, a handsome man who was desired wherever he went, felt immense pressure. Girls wanted to play with him and even tried to capture him and take him home.For the sake of his own life, Fang Zhou had no choice but to fight against women to the end.“Get lost, you annoying woman! Don't disturb my cultivation!”

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”