The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins - Chapter 140: You Kill Yours, I Kill Mine

Lukas was forced out of high school before he could undergo the Awakening Process. His dreams of starting a new life by becoming an Awakened were shattered.Becoming an Awakened with supernatural powers meant being bestowed with riches and all the resources needed to fight off the invading hordes of demonic beasts.Lukas received the Slaughter System instead. With every kill, he was able to grow stronger and gain new abilities.[Ding!][Congratulations on Host’s first slaughter.][Current Slaughter Points: 1/500][Host Level: 1][Please Select New Ability]Soon, he was able to fighting off demonic beasts invading and move up the ranks.

Luck is limited and when villains and heroes hoard it, extras lose it.An ambitious villain defeated and killed far too soon, and a heroic group that couldn't prevent humanity's extinction, find themselves back in the past.Their battles and stolen opportunities cause consequences unknown to them, impacting the lives of all those around them, especially extras, moreso one named Neville. Unbeknownst to him, his fate is greatly influenced by the 'main characters'.He'd seen it all, gangsters, politicians and their mistresses, arrogant celebrities, even bratty heirs. But nothing prepared him for the night his client was involved in an 'accident'.Right after he was summoned by his boss who fired him and accused him of being involved but since they couldn't prove it only his license was revoked.After getting out of the building, his boss tells him that the client's family demanded to meet thehim, hoping for some answers and closure.But before going there he needed to pick up the client's eldest daughter...After that encounter his world went through changes his family pushed him to the edge and the supernatural became natural and he had to adapt to his strange new abilities!

She believes in true love.He doesn’t believe in love.But what is love, really?She is the epitome of success—a star people look up to and admire. To him, however, she is merely a business transaction, a partner chosen to enhance his status. To his friends, she is just a fool in love, a pathetic figure begging for affection.Then shocking news emerges: her first true love returns, throwing him off guard. He realizes he has been nothing more than a substitute for her first love.He should be angry, but instead, he finds himself overwhelmed by emotions he can’t express or understand. Is this possessiveness, or is he finally learning to love her?She is determined to return to her first love, but inside, she is torn. Did she really treat him as just a substitute, or did she actually come to love him?What are they supposed to do when love is a question mark?

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”