The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character - Chapter 110 - 112:The Primordial Creator

“I thought I was dead, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself reincarnated in an abandoned RPG game. I intended to gather the heroes I had trained to form a guild once again, but…“I thought I was dead, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself reincarnated in an abandoned RPG game. I intended to gather the heroes I had trained to form a guild once again, but…Hmm… it seems all the heroes have completely lost their minds.”

Scream out.Awake and pour out the grudge left in you onto me.Then, I shall save you.

Glenn Hughes had spent most of his life confined to a hospital bed. Brilliant yet shackled by a cruel fate, he endured ten long years under the relentless weight of an unforgiving disease. Between medications, surgeries, and agonizing treatments, death had begun to seem less like an end and more like a mercy.But when he finally closed his eyes for the last time… rest did not come.The stench of sweat, dust, and blood was the first thing to greet him. Shackled, filthy, and drained of strength, his body was no longer his own. He was no longer in a hospital but in a cell. No longer a patient, but a prisoner.“What the… what the hell is this?”Glenn had been thrust into a world of steel and prana, reborn in the body of a condemned slave. Once a noble, now nothing more than a number among the damned.Yet, something was different. There was a reason he was still alive.Witness Glenn’s transformation as he is dragged through agony and ecstasy, suffering and desire, boundless pleasure and unrelenting torment—all while shouldering a burden so crushing that any other man would break.------------------------------------------------------------------------No netorare (NTR), no system, no incest, no consanguineous relationships.

Quietly crossed over to an ancient peasant girl who could be deceived by everyone.

She was sold on the day she crossed the road, well, she took the betrayal by hand and stepped on the scumbag. She controls her freedom, she decides her marriage, she decides her future, and no one wants to point fingers at her!

Quietly and domineeringly, he patted his deed to the man next to him: “Take it away, I will be yours from now on.”

Man: “…”

The man dotes on her very much, she does whatever she wants, and abuses all kinds of scum with her. The two of them lived extremely well in their childhood.

It’s the identity of a man…

(Shuangwen, strong men and strong women, 1v1 favorite text)

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