The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class - Chapter 335

I have a childhood friend.

Full NTR*[Warning: This story is strictly 18+ and contains extreme NTR, explicit sex, mind-breaking corruption, and brutal violence. It is not for the faint of heart or those seeking a heroic journey. This is a tale of domination, destruction, and absolute fear. Only mature audiences who can handle dark, merciless storytelling should proceed. Read at your own risk.]***This story is a dark and ruthless descent into a world where power, manipulation, and betrayal reign supreme. A tale of absolute dominance, it follows a cunning and brutal protagonist who uses seduction, deception, and raw strength to corrupt, control, and destroy. No one is safe—wives, saintesses, and proud heroines fall, their purity tainted, their loyalty shattered. Betrayal is inevitable, and those who stand in the way meet gruesome, indescribable ends.**Brutal violence as Jin leaves a trail of broken heroes, shattered empires, and subjugated goddesses in his wake.

I spent my life playing a game.
I hit the wall, stuck in second place for the rest of my life.

Out of the blue, I received a message and was possessed by the game.
As the worthless son of an Underworld Boss!

“Yes, bloodline is also a power, as long as you can use it. My ability is ‘Famiglia’.”

The game addict never disappears. Overwhelming violence, endless wealth, connections in the other world. I, I’ll use anything to stay alive!

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.