Twin Reincarnation: Epics Of The Worldline - Chapter 198 The White Rouge*

Enemy of the world, cursed by all, Kim Sungchul goes on a quest to prevent the ‘prophecy of the end’ from coming to pass.

But no matter how much he raised his strength, there were still some things he could not achieve with physical strength alone.

Resolving to obtain the power of magic, he goes into hiding to learn magic from his most hated of enemies, The Mages.

(The new book is set sail, you can read the old book “Auto Chess in the Operating Room”, the amount is large and the amount is full)

Qin Lang has obtained the life simulator system. As long as he obtains simulation points, he can simulate the career of a doctor and obtain various rewards:

[At the age of 24, through your own efforts, you have obtained the qualification to go to the first city hospital for further training from the community hospital. 】

[You entered the Burn Plastic Surgery Department of the First Hospital of the City. Due to the accumulation of your previous life, you performed well in the first round of wards. You overcame the eight-year doctoral students in the same group, and obtained the tube bed one week later. qualifications. 】

[Six months later, you performed the first operation, and the superior doctor was shocked. 】

[At the age of twenty-five, you have obtained the establishment of the first city hospital…]

[At the age of twenty-seven, your paper was published in The Lancet…]

…

[At the age of sixty, you retired from the hospital and ended your career as a doctor]

[The simulation is over, the doctor’s career evaluation, the national famous doctor is 95. 】

【You can keep one of the following abilities】

[1. Sixty-year-old doctor skills]

[2. Sixty-year-old clinical experience]

[3. The wisdom of practicing medicine at the age of sixty]

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“It’s true… So why does no one believe me?”Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re really just small ones.I’m not the mastermind at all.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.