The End Of The Special Contract Marriage (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 87
“This smell—it’s Marcas herbs!”
About five years ago, a mage from the Mage Tower had created a sleep-inducing herbal remedy specifically for weight loss.
It quickly gained popularity because it was said that merely burning it and falling asleep would cause fat to melt away rapidly—until someone died after inhaling it during sleep, leading to its immediate withdrawal from the market one month later.
The ultimate reason Marcas herbs worked for weight loss was that they repeatedly forced the user to dream of their most terrifying memory, thereby draining their vitality.
After suffering nightmares for several days, a person would naturally lose their appetite and become increasingly nervous, inevitably shedding weight.
The deceased had fallen into depression after endlessly reliving their worst life memory in dreams and ultimately made a drastic choice.
Until that death occurred, users had kept quiet due to the product’s effectiveness; only afterward was the truth revealed, and the mage responsible was expelled from the Mage Tower.
One distinctive trait of this now-unobtainable sleep herb was its intensely sweet floral scent.
Aracila had participated in the official investigation back then and had firsthand experience burning the herb herself, so its scent was familiar to her.
She turned her head, scanning the room to locate the source of the smell.
Soon, her gaze settled on the candlestick resting on the nightstand beside the bed—the very spot from which the fragrance was spreading throughout the entire room.
Without hesitation, Aracila blew out the candle flame and picked up the candle.
She slammed it hard onto the floor, snapping it in two, and from inside the seemingly ordinary white wax emerged a tightly rolled bundle of dried herbs.
Looking at Damian’s gaunt face, worn thin from relentless nightmares, Aracila clenched her jaw.
If he’d been sleeping with the scent of Marcas herbs ever since arriving at the duchy, it made perfect sense that he’d been so irritable—he must have endured horrifying nightmares the whole time.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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Thank you for translating/sharing this. Such an adorable story!