Hokuou Kizoku to Moukinzuma no Yukiguni Karigurashi - Chapter 07 — Heirloom and Oath

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- Description from novelbuddy

“Ding ~ Host has been killed, experience + 100.”

“Ding ~ The Host despises the strong, imposing manner + 100.”

“Ding ~ Host has consumed a point, you have received a modern hand grenade!”

You can cut me, but can you not cut my face? He had to rely on his face to survive!

Ye Fan had traveled through a fantasy world filled with slaughter. The system told him that he could live forever!

You are an Earth Divine Realm expert? Sorry, kill him! Are you a Heavenly Dipper Sovereign? In my eyes, it’s too trashy!

Indestructible! This world is vast and boundless, and I am the king!

- Description from Novelupdates

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

This is a world where a king is the most powerful.