Dungeon of Niflheim - Chapter 751: leaving Icethorne

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?

And so Arascus, God of Pride, waited. He waited for his defeat as the forces of Heaven & Hell combined descended upon him. He waited as they tried to kill him. He waited as they locked him away. He waited for a thousand years in that dark prison.

Born as the daughter of the last martial artist of this era, that is Yeon. Her father is the world’s greatest fighter and is respected by everyone. The only problem was…… “I know it’s impressive, but I don’t have to follow in his footsteps, do I?” Her stubborn father’s dream was for his daughter to also follow the path of martial arts. Naturally, Yeon’s life was filled with grueling training. Living a dull life, Yeon’s only hobby was reading romance fantasy novels before going to bed. “If only I could live as a lady once……” After making a wish, Yeon fell asleep and entered a novel as if she were dreaming. However, her enjoyment is short-lived when she realizes that it’s not a romance fantasy, but rather a martial arts novel. “It was my dream to be a possessor, but of all things, it had to be a martial arts novel, and in the body of a supporting character who dies early!” Feeling indignant and weeping, she suddenly notices her own reflection in the mirror. It was a glamorous image. ‘Hold on. Does this mean… I could become a lady?’ Moreover, in this world, there was a man who looked exactly like the male lead in her favorite romance fantasy. He was handsome and talented, but with a wretched backstory. “Things are going to be different now.” The fate of a supporting character who dies early? Forget about it. Whether they’re followers of the devil or a heretical sect, even the worst villains don’t scare her. Why? Because she is the strongest possessor in history. This is the story of Yeon’s adventures in the martial arts world, as she stumbles along in pursuit of everything she desires.

Amelia has slaved her whole life, working multiple jobs to help support her poor husband Caleb― only to discover he is a millionaire!When confronted, Caleb feels no guilt. He divorces her immediately to pursue his true love, leaving her with nothing to her name.“Kelsie is the woman that I love, the woman who truly deserves to be by my side,” Caleb said. “Now, sign the papers and I can end this farce of a marriage.”But thankfully, fate has yet to close all its doors on her.The messy breakup has led Amelia to meet the elusive Matteo Montgomery, the mysterious owner of X’el International Inc., and even though Amelia could have sworn that this is the first time they have ever met, Matteo seemed to hold more interest in her than ordinary.With her divorce finalized, Matteo’s courtship quickly grows more extravagant. He offers her everything, from a job as his secretary, a new penthouse apartment, and a permanent home in his heart.But just as Amelia’s heart begins to open up to Matteo’s sincerity, Caleb comes crawling back, determined to ruin her life.***【Excerpt】“Oh?” Matteo asked, and Amelia caught a hint of amusement in his voice. “Then pray tell, what did we converse about?”Amelia swallowed. Good heavens, he was so close. She could barely even breathe, afraid that every movement she made would just amplify how loud her heartbeat was. It was racing like a bullet train at this point, and she felt it clog at her throat, refusing her a chance to speak.“I… I…I―”“I have no girlfriend, Amelia,” Matteo said. “And before you overthink, I do not have a wife in secret either.”His fingers didn’t let go of her wrist, and instead, it even tightened its grip. It wasn’t painful in the slightest, but it sent surges of electricity rushing through her body as though she had been struck by lightning in the most thrilling of ways.A coy smile curved his lips, and he leaned in just the slightest. His lips were now a hair’s breadth away from hers, and Amelia instinctively held her breath.“Unless, perhaps you would like to volunteer?”