“While you may not have raised me, you have given birth to me. Well, even that seems like such an old story. Thanks to your treating me like this, I don’t think I need to feel guilty about killing my own blood.”
Khalif coldly clenched his jaw, twisting his lips. As if it were a detonator, Yustia sneered venomously, emitting an overwhelmingly stronger aura than before.
It felt like facing a monster that could explode at any moment. Khalif adjusted his posture, took a deep breath, and then precisely aimed his sword at Yustia.
Yustia laughed mockingly, seeming pitiful. Then, she extended one arm straight forward. A peculiar purple energy condensed into a round shape above her palm.
Before long, that power spread in all directions. Then an unbelievable event occurred.
People who were supposed to be only a couple in the quiet garden of the prince’s palace began to gather, looking like skeletons.
Khalif looked around with a slightly perplexed expression. The approximately ten attendants, who seemed to be there, increased in an instant to dozens. They crowded together so densely that it was impossible to estimate how many there were.
His forehead involuntarily wrinkled. What on earth had they done to end up like this? What had happened to them under Yustia’s influence?
Sympathy mingled with anger toward Yustia surged once again. However, Yustia completely concealed her appearance, surrounded by these pitiful people.
Even in such a situation, only her voice sounded clear.
“To you, even a clean death will be a sweet gift. You will feel the pain of your flesh falling off your entire body until the moment your breath is cut off.”
“…”
“I will make sure of that. I will definitely give my son’s revenge, even if only in this way.”
Yustia, in a tone completely unlike hers, delivered a chilling threat. After that, no more words were heard.
Only the purple energy behind the piled attendants began to rampage like an explosion, and attendants, who had bowed their heads as if they were corpses, started to lift their heads one by one, their eyes glowing reddish.
Khalif ground his teeth. It was undoubtedly those who had suffered an unfair death, but even so, he couldn’t afford to give up his own life to them.
To protect himself, he had to slaughter them. It was the only way he could keep Evelia safe.
He exerted force on his toes. Then, he once again aimed his sword at the approaching attendants.
The corpses, which had started to move slowly, rushed towards Khalif in an instant, emitting eerie laughter. In the blink of an eye, they reached right up to him. Khalif swung his sword at the neck of the one who had come right in front of him, then leaped high.
Although he had widened the distance to gradually eliminate the next opponent, the place was instantly filled with more corpses.
Khalif swiftly surveyed his surroundings, taking down corpses one after another. When there was a moment to catch his breath, already a pile of bodies surrounded him.
“Hu.”
Khalif let out a deep breath. Considering the life he had endured so far, this was nothing, but due to the events that had unfolded after such a long time, he found himself out of breath earlier than expected.
He quickly scanned the surroundings. Despite having killed so many, there was no end in sight to the opponents he had to face.
It felt like reliving the intense battles of the past war. The only difference was that, unlike each individual battle he had faced before, this time all the battles seemed to be converging at once.
Just imagining it clearly lowered his morale, but Khalif, with eyes filled with madness, grinned while watching the approaching figures.
He was determined to enjoy using all the power he had. The desire to win, even if it might be the last battle of his life, surged within him.
It would be more challenging than the past war. Perhaps there were threats in front of him that were incomparable to what he had faced before.
Nevertheless, he had to endure. He had to succeed. Only by doing so could he perfectly protect Evelia.
That was the only purpose of his life from the beginning.
“Shall we go crazy properly this time?”
Muttering with a laughter-filled voice, he sharply opened his eyes. Then, without any hesitation, he rushed towards them.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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