Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru - Chapter 48

In 2122, the “game” came.
【Are you terminally ill? Disabled? Disfigured? Unbearable pain? Do you feel that life is meaningless? Come join the game! Survive, win, win with high scores, and you will gain a healthier body, a better appearance, and greater abilities…you will—evolve! 】
[Global live broadcast of the game, registration starts now——]
Eighteenth-tier star Lu Tingliu entered the game with a terminally ill diagnosis certificate in hand.
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After each player enters the game, they will draw a basic card of their own, which will determine their evolutionary direction and their basic ability.
The card Lu Tingliu drew is called [Split].
Skill introduction: You are a splitter. You are a mercenary that money can buy, you are a doctor who is good at anatomy, you are a great detective who knows everything, you are a god, you are a car mechanic, you are a stunning beauty, you are a weak child… You are a splitter. You are the top actor, you are the most insane lunatic.
Current Split Personality: 2/147
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In the era of gaming, players have become the most high-profile stars.
Lu Tingliu is the most mysterious, the most heretical, and the most insane among them.

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One sentence introduction: Become a goddess

- Description from novelbuddy

Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water.

She paused in front of her kitchen’s window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion’s garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening.

Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body.

A DEAD BODY!

Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, ”What are you doing?!“

Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here.

“Gardening.”

“And the body?!”she looked at him in disbelief.

“Fertilizer,” he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?!

She then heard him ask her, “Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?” he gave her a sweet smile.

Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Bash, the Orc Warrior, is a Hero.

During the war, he crushed and defeated all that stood in his path. He is respected by all Orcs as the Orc among Orcs.

However, Bash has a secret.

He has no experience with women – he, the Hero, was a virgin.

For Orcs, who hold combat and sexual prowess in high regard, being a virgin was tremendously shameful.

With this in mind, he decides to embark on a journey.

In order to protect the pride and honor of his race, but mostly to finally get his d*ck wet, he decides to go to leave on a grand quest to find himself a woman.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?