The Strongest Assassin Reincarnates in Another World - Chapter 77 Sparring With Emma [Part 3]

Under a crimson moon,Brian discovered that just like some rare extreme psychopaths, he also acquired a miraculous ability: to fulfill the lingering attachment of the remains and receive gifts from the corpses.While he felt joy, there was also a bit of confusion.Being of good conduct and benevolent to others, why did he also receive the crimson moon's gift?This was the greatest insult to his noble character!!!

Alexander is a top tycoon in America, with countless wealth under his name. Unfortunately, he is already 90 years old this year, and his life is coming to an end.

However, just as he was prepared to face death calmly, a system descended upon him and assigned him a mission: to establish a massive harem.

Alexander said, “At this point in my life, the only thing hard in my body is my bones. Some abilities haven't been used for decades.”

System replied, “No problem, this is a magical blue pill. After taking it, you will have amazing power!”

Alexander said, “In that case, I won't be polite!”

Please note that this is a harem-type novel, where the MC will build an incredibly large harem team, and this will become the goal of his life-long struggle.

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[Mature Content:]Alaric was too close to Nicolette.Her mouth was just inches away from his.He could smell the lavender on her skin, the heat radiating from within her.But he held back, refusing to be carried away by her charm…“Mr. Allens…” she purred, and he looked down at her.Her eyes widened with desire, and he knew, in that moment, that if he wanted to kiss her, she would let him.The last thing he wanted was commitment. He knew that Nicolette didn’t want that either.But why was she this tempting?So willing?It was that willingness that confused him.She blinked, then swallowed as she pulled the jacket off her shoulders. His eyes lingered on her exposed neck.God.He just wanted to bury his mouth in that hollow spot.“Here,” Nicolette said calmly, extending the jacket to him.He took the jacket, his hand brushing hers just a second. She flinched, her face turning pink as she clutched the towel against her chest.His stomach flipped at the sight.If only that towel would give way to…Before he could stop himself, Alaric pressed his arousal against her stomach, pushing her against the wall, cornering her.She gasped at the sudden movement and for a moment, he lost his mind.“Cole…” he breathed, crushing himself against her.Her eyes gleamed with desire and a vulnerability that rocked him to his core.He would be foolish not to give in to this feeling.But he would also be a fool if he did.She had chosen to marry him.Not her boyfriend.And definitely not Lucian Crawford.Yet, he couldn't help it.She was only his for a year.But still…***************When her business and the gallery she inherited from her mother burn to the ground, Nicolette Voss is determined to rebuild—and get revenge on her father.She turned to her father’s rival, Alaric Allens, for an alliance.Alaric is willing to help, but on one condition—she must be his wife for a year.They called him Ruthless Alaric after an infamous incident 6 years ago. Alaric is back in town, and so are the crumbs of his past. But he is determined to change everything with a wife.He has his hidden agenda.She needs her revenge.But will this marriage between storm and steel survive the heat? And what will they do when deep secrets threatens to destroy them both?

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