The Reversal System: Only for the Elite at the Mahayana Stage - Chapter 73 – Means of the Golden Core stage

Jobs, hobbies, lifestyles—the world has advanced to a point where nothing can be separated from VR anymore. And now, a VR game was released using the most cutting-edge technologies; its name was “Boot Hour, Shoot Curse.” Our protagonist had no choice but to play solo during the closed beta test, but once the game officially launched, she made lots of friends (but not necessarily with the players), formed a huge clan (but not a clan of players), and matured as an individual.

She was born into a wealthy family but was abandoned because of her ugly appearance.In the eyes of her family, she was worthless,In the eyes of outsiders, she was just an unloved, uncared-for abandoned girl,No one knew that the legendary healer who could mend bones and revive the dead was her,The queen of the business underworld was her,The famous racing car god in the racing world was also her...He, the heir to the most prominent family in the capital, had wealth, power, and looks.But his true strength was far more astonishing than what the world saw.Yet, he was inexplicably enchanted by her, and his eyes and heart were filled only with her presence.Moment:Qin Yu Shen propped his chin with one hand, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, staring at Song Yan Ning in front of him.“Why do you look unhappy?” Song Yan Ning lifted her lips, reaching out to gently soothe Qin Yu Shen's brows, smoothing the worries between them.Qin Yu Shen took hold of Song Yan Ning's hand, gazing into her deep eyes where a hint of grievance lingered, “Can you return to your original appearance?”Song Yan Ning raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Don't I look good now?”Qin Yu Shen leaned in slightly closer, nuzzling her delicate nose with his well-defined nose, his magnetic voice soft and enchanting, “Beautiful! So beautiful that I want to hide you away...” No matter if she is ugly or beautiful, he wants her all to himself.The male protagonist in this story is extremely devoted to his wife, a double clean double strong theme, dear readers, please add this to your collection!

【Welcome to the Love Simulator】【You can freely choose to simulate with women whose appearance rating is 7 or above (on a 10-point scale) and have basic connections to your reality.】【The simulation is entirely free; please explore on your own.】【After the simulation ends, the system will evaluate the results and provide rewards.】【Current number of simulations: 4】【The number of simulations is not fixed and can be restored through special rewards or the passage of time.】Wait—why are all the simulation targets such difficult-to-handle 2D female leads?

As a princess that could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne gets kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realizes that she’s in over her head.

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

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“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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