Dear Immortal Tyrant - Chapter 15 - Her Loss, Not His

In a world where fate is scripted and power determines survival, Arthur Nightingale was never meant to shine.When he awakens in the world of Saga of the Divine Swordsman, he isn’t the destined hero, the villain, or even a major side character—he’s an extra. A nobody. A mere background figure in the shadow of Lucifer Windward, the overpowered protagonist who will one day ascend beyond gods.But Arthur knows the truth.The world he now inhabits is doomed. The plot is destined for a catastrophic downfall, and the so-called “geniuses” will not be enough to stop the tide of destruction. Armed with knowledge of future events and his own will to defy fate, Arthur refuses to be just an extra.

Xia Luobing, a famously violent sheriff, received information regarding illegal prostitution at a local hotel. She goes to the wrong room, and instead of finding prostitution, she finds a young couple talking over a bottle of wine. What she doesn’t know is that the woman has drugged the wine with a potent aphrodisiac to seduce the man.

From the day Qin Luo acquired the system, he set his sights on the aloof school beauty.The first time, Qin Luo brought milk tea to confess his feelings and was rejected.The 12th time, Qin Luo brought breakfast to confess his feelings and was rejected.The 48th time, Qin Luo brought roses to confess his feelings and was rejected.The 99th time, Qin Luo stood outside the dormitory loudly confessing his feelings and was rejected.Inside the girls’ dormitory, the school beauty waited and waited, but Qin Luo’s 100th confession never came.She took the initiative to find Qin Luo and asked, “Why didn’t you come to confess?”Qin Luo responded, “Miss, do we know each other?”The school beauty: “???”The next day, the school beauty appeared holding milk tea.Classmates exclaimed, “She broke character! The aloof school beauty broke character!”

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.