Special Agent's Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 193

This novel is also known as I Possessed a Demon Sovereign

Chen Luoyang felt that something was wrong with his transmigration. After transmigrating, he possessed the body of the highest expert in the world, the Master of the Demon Cult, addressed respectfully as the Demon Sovereign.

Generally, aren’t supreme experts the ones that leave behind a wisp of their soul behind and occupy a new body of some miserable low-level youngster then they go on a journey of revenge and make a comeback?!

Or perhaps it would be transmigrating into a miserable youngster’s body and obtaining a cheat slowly walking the road to becoming a God?

But why did his transmigration seem wrong?

Now my environment is full of big shots and I feel like I’m going to be exposed!

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The black dragon that rose from the depths of the South Sea unleashed an apocalyptic tsunami... Flame demons destroyed city after city made of steel and concrete, calmly departing from the center of nuclear explosions... Alien gods attempted to rule the entire galaxy...This is a future world where human technology is highly advanced.It is also an era that sparked a frenzy of Life Evolution in the Martial Path.Li Yuan, a Martial Path student on the verge of taking his college entrance exams, struggled to advance in this world while harboring the peculiar Divine Palace capable of envisioning the galaxy.Years later.“My current flying speed is 122,682 meters per second, and my power burst is...” Li Yuan flew at extreme speeds through the atmosphere about 180 kilometers above the surface of Blue Star, his cold eyes fixed on the massive creature at the dark void's edge, resembling the mythological dragon: “You, must be the strongest among all the invading Demigod life forms.”“It's just unfortunate that I can now be called... Martial God!”

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”