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Cheng Yan travels through time, only to end up becoming an honorable prince in the Middle Ages of Europe. Yet this world was not quite as simple as he thought. Witches with magical powers abound, and fearsome wars between churches and kingdoms rage throughout the land. Roland, a prince regarded as hopeless by his own father and assigned to the worst fief, spends his time developing a poor and backward town into a strong and modern city, while fighting against his siblings for the throne and absolute control over the kingdom. Join Roland as he befriends and allies with witches and, through fighting and even farming, pushes back invaders from the realm of evil.

Naglakbay si Cheng Yan pabalik ng panahon, at naging isang marangal na prinsipe sa panahon ng Middle Ages ng Europe. Ngunit ang mundong ito ay hindi kasing simple tulad ng inaakala niya. Mga witch na may mahiwagang kapangyarihan, mga katakot-takot na digmaan sa pagitan ng Simbahan at mga kaharian ang bumabalot sa buong lupain. Si Roland, isang prinsipe na itinuturing na walang pag-asa ng mismong kanyang ama at itinalaga sa pinakapangit at malalang fief o lupain, ay ginugol ang kanyang oras para paunlarin ang isang napakahirap at isang backward na bayan at gawin itong isang malakas at modernong lungsod, habang nakikipaglaban sa kanang mga kapatid para makamit ang trono at makuha ang kontrol sa buong kaharian. Samahan si Roland sa pagtulak niya sa mga kampon ng kasamaan sa pamamagitan ng pakikipaglaban o pagsasaka, habang kinakaibigan niya ang mga witch.

เขาตื่นขึ้นมาอีกครั้งในร่างของเจ้าชายโรแลนด์พร้อมภารกิจแย่งชิงราชบัลลังก์ในยุคกลาง เจ้าชายต้องฟันฝ่าอุปสรรคมากมายเพื่อพาเมืองเล็กๆ แถบชายแดนไปสู่ความเจริญมั่งคั่ง ทว่าในโลกที่ยังต้องการการพัฒนาทั้งทางวัตถุและความคิดของผู้คน เขาจะสร้างความยิ่งใหญ่เกรียงไกรได้อย่างไร แน่นอนว่าหนึ่งในกำลังสำคัญของเขาก็คือแม่มด ผู้ซึ่งถูกล่าอย่างเอาเป็นเอาตายภายใต้ศาสนจักร พวกเธอเป็นสิ่งชั่วร้ายจริงๆ หรือเป็นเพียงเหยื่อของศาสนา เป็นสิ่งที่ควรล่า หรือควรพิทักษ์ และหากเขาจะเริ่มต้นก้าวแรกนับแต่บัดนี้ เขาจะต้องพบเจออะไรบ้าง

The alien DNA is the best thing that has ever happened to Ye Shuang because the genetic optimization it offers has made her more beautiful, more formidable, and more brilliant. But… why doesn't this unknown alien species have a fixed sex before adulthood‽ Alternating between both sexes every few days, why‽ For gender equality‽ Thankfully, she still has a chance to save herself. As long as she can settle down with a partner before full genetic assimilation, she'll be able to carry on with her life as just one specific sex. For the sake of the perfect female body, all the men out there, beware! But wait, what are all these women up to? Why are you all looking at me like a piece of meat‽ Halt, stop, don't come any closer… What the hell‽

Zach was a sci-fi game enthusiast who unintentionally crossed over to a magical isekai. Fortunately, he had access to the previous game system and could fight the magic-savvy aborigines with high-tech weapons. “Magic? No, I have the lightsaber. ” Unlike what he expected, the system presented him with a different way of leveling up. He had to get some kind of special energy from the pretty girls' bodies on this planet so that he could unlock his weapons. "What the hell happened? Is my sperm capable of upgrading girls? Can my blood cause those girls to burst out instantly?" This was incredible. The succubi were a hated race in the magical isekai because they oversucked male sperm and killed men, but not Zach. Surprisingly, the majority of the special energy that Zach required was distributed in succubi. He appeared to be having a fantastic journey.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

Meredith Carter fue una vez el orgullo de su manada, hasta que la Maldición Lunar la marcó como sin lobo, no deseada y una desgracia. Humillada, abandonada y rechazada por su pareja destinada, pensó que la Diosa Luna la había abandonado. Pero su maldición vino con un cruel efecto secundario: feromonas salvajes e incontrolables que volvían locos de deseo y repulsión a los hombres. Un aroma tan embriagador que la convirtió en un objetivo. La noche en que fue rechazada cuando sus feromonas se descontrolaron, el Alfa Draven Oatrun —el Alfa más temido e intocable del reino— la reclamó en su lugar. Pero Draven no quiere amor. Ni siquiera la quiere a ella. Sus razones para casarse con ella no tienen nada que ver con el destino. Arrojada a un mundo de política despiadada, enemigos mortales y una pareja que la ve como nada más que un peón, Meredith debe luchar para sobrevivir, recuperar su dignidad y descubrir los secretos detrás de su maldición. Porque algo está despertando dentro de ella. Algo poderoso. Algo... antiguo. Y cuando la verdad sea revelada, ni siquiera el Alfa Draven podrá resistirse a lo que ella se convertirá. Rechazada. Maldita. Deseada. Elegida. ¿Logrará Meredith liberarse de su destino? Sobre todo, ¿qué es esta fuerza mística que la empuja a iniciar una guerra? — Extracto: "Puede que me hayas reclamado", susurró Meredith, sus ojos violetas ardiendo con desafío, "pero nunca serás mi dueño". Draven exhaló una risa baja y peligrosa. Sus ojos dorados brillaron mientras la encerraba, su presencia sofocante. "¿Tu dueño?" Su voz era terciopelo y acero. "Pequeña loba, no necesito ser tu dueño". Apartó un mechón de cabello blanco plateado detrás de su oreja—un toque tan ligero, pero que le envió escalofríos por la columna. "Porque te guste o no..." Su aliento rozó su piel. "Tu cuerpo ya responde a mí". Meredith apretó la mandíbula, ignorando el traicionero calor que se acumulaba en su interior. Eran las feromonas. Tenía que ser eso. "Te odio", logró decir. "Bien", sonrió Draven. Porque el odio era solo otra forma de obsesión.

Meredith Carter já foi o orgulho de sua alcateia — até que a Maldição Lunar a marcou como sem lobo, indesejada e uma desgraça. Humilhada, abandonada e rejeitada por seu companheiro predestinado, ela pensou que a Deusa da Lua a havia abandonado. Mas sua maldição veio com um efeito colateral cruel — feromônios selvagens e incontroláveis que enlouqueciam os homens de desejo e repulsa. Um aroma tão inebriante que a tornava um alvo. Na noite em que foi descartada quando seus feromônios saíram de controle, Alfa Draven Oatrun — o Alfa mais temido e intocável do reino — a reivindicou em seu lugar. Mas Draven não quer amor. Ele nem mesmo a quer. Suas razões para se casar com ela não têm nada a ver com destino. Lançada em um mundo de política implacável, inimigos mortais e um companheiro que a vê como nada além de um peão, Meredith deve lutar para sobreviver, recuperar sua dignidade e descobrir os segredos por trás de sua maldição. Porque algo está despertando dentro dela. Algo poderoso. Algo... antigo. E quando a verdade for revelada, nem mesmo o Alfa Draven será capaz de resistir ao que ela se torna. Rejeitada. Amaldiçoada. Desejada. Escolhida. Meredith conseguirá se libertar de seu destino? Acima de tudo, o que é essa força mística que a impulsiona a iniciar uma guerra? — Trecho: "Você pode ter me reivindicado," Meredith sussurrou, seus olhos violeta ardendo com desafio, "mas você nunca será meu dono." Draven exalou uma risada baixa e perigosa. Seus olhos dourados brilharam enquanto a encurralava, sua presença sufocante. "Ser seu dono?" Sua voz era veludo e aço. "Pequena loba, eu não preciso ser seu dono." Ele afastou uma mecha de cabelo branco-prateado atrás da orelha dela — um toque tão leve, mas que enviou arrepios pela sua espinha. "Porque quer você goste ou não..." Seu hálito roçou contra a pele dela. "Seu corpo já responde a mim." Meredith cerrou a mandíbula, ignorando o calor traiçoeiro que se acumulava dentro dela. Eram os feromônios. Tinha que ser. "Eu te odeio," ela forçou as palavras. "Ótimo," Draven sorriu maliciosamente. Porque o ódio era apenas outra forma de obsessão.

Meredith Carter war einst der Stolz ihres Rudels – bis der Mondfluch sie als wolflos, unerwünscht und eine Schande kennzeichnete. Gedemütigt, verlassen und von ihrem Schicksalsgefährten abgelehnt, dachte sie, die Mondgöttin hätte sie verlassen. Aber ihr Fluch hatte eine grausame Nebenwirkung – wilde, unkontrollierbare Pheromone, die Männer vor Verlangen und Abscheu wahnsinnig machten. Ein Duft so berauschend, dass er sie zum Ziel machte. In der Nacht, als sie verstoßen wurde, als ihre Pheromone außer Kontrolle gerieten, nahm Alpha Draven Oatrun – der gefürchtetste und unnahbarste Alpha im Königreich – sie stattdessen für sich. Aber Draven will keine Liebe. Er will nicht einmal sie. Seine Gründe, sie zu heiraten, haben nichts mit dem Schicksal zu tun. In eine Welt rücksichtsloser Politik, tödlicher Feinde und eines Gefährten geworfen, der sie als nichts weiter als einen Bauern betrachtet, muss Meredith kämpfen, um zu überleben, ihre Würde zurückzugewinnen und die Geheimnisse hinter ihrem Fluch aufzudecken. Denn etwas erwacht in ihr. Etwas Mächtiges. Etwas... Uraltes. Und wenn die Wahrheit enthüllt wird, wird nicht einmal Alpha Draven dem widerstehen können, was sie wird. Abgelehnt. Verflucht. Begehrt. Auserwählt. Wird Meredith sich von ihrem Schicksal befreien? Vor allem, was ist diese mystische Kraft, die sie drängt, einen Krieg zu beginnen? — Auszug: "Du magst mich beansprucht haben", flüsterte Meredith, ihre violetten Augen brannten vor Trotz, "aber du wirst mich niemals besitzen." Draven stieß ein leises, gefährliches Lachen aus. Seine goldenen Augen glänzten, als er sie einkesselte, seine Präsenz erdrückend. "Dich besitzen?" Seine Stimme war Samt und Stahl. "Kleiner Wolf, ich muss dich nicht besitzen." Er strich eine silberweiße Haarsträhne hinter ihr Ohr – eine so leichte Berührung, die dennoch Schauer über ihren Rücken jagte. "Denn ob es dir gefällt oder nicht..." Sein Atem streifte ihre Haut. "Dein Körper reagiert bereits auf mich." Meredith presste ihren Kiefer zusammen und ignorierte die verräterische Wärme, die tief in ihr aufstieg. Es waren die Pheromone. Das musste es sein. "Ich hasse dich", brachte sie hervor. "Gut", grinste Draven. Denn Hass war nur eine andere Form der Besessenheit.

Meredith Carter était autrefois la fierté de sa meute—jusqu'à ce que la Malédiction Lunaire la marque comme sans loup, indésirable et disgraciée. Humiliée, abandonnée et rejetée par son compagnon prédestiné, elle pensait que la Déesse de la Lune l'avait abandonnée. Mais sa malédiction s'accompagnait d'un cruel effet secondaire—des phéromones sauvages et incontrôlables qui rendaient les hommes fous de désir et de dégoût. Une odeur si enivrante qu'elle faisait d'elle une cible. La nuit où elle fut rejetée lorsque ses phéromones échappèrent à tout contrôle, Alpha Draven Oatrun—l'Alpha le plus craint et intouchable du royaume—la réclama à la place. Mais Draven ne veut pas d'amour. Il ne veut même pas d'elle. Ses raisons de l'épouser n'ont rien à voir avec le destin. Plongée dans un monde de politique impitoyable, d'ennemis mortels et d'un compagnon qui la considère comme un simple pion, Meredith doit se battre pour survivre, retrouver sa dignité et découvrir les secrets derrière sa malédiction. Car quelque chose s'éveille en elle. Quelque chose de puissant. Quelque chose... d'ancien. Et quand la vérité sera révélée, même Alpha Draven ne pourra résister à ce qu'elle devient. Rejetée. Maudite. Désirée. Choisie. Meredith parviendra-t-elle à se libérer de son destin? Surtout, quelle est cette force mystique qui la pousse à déclencher une guerre? — Extrait: "Tu m'as peut-être réclamée," murmura Meredith, ses yeux violets brûlant de défi, "mais tu ne me posséderas jamais." Draven exhala un rire bas et dangereux. Ses yeux dorés brillèrent tandis qu'il l'encageait, sa présence suffocante. "Te posséder?" Sa voix était de velours et d'acier. "Petit loup, je n'ai pas besoin de te posséder." Il repoussa une mèche de cheveux blanc argenté derrière son oreille—un toucher si léger, et pourtant il envoya des frissons le long de sa colonne vertébrale. "Parce que, que tu le veuilles ou non..." Son souffle effleura sa peau. "Ton corps répond déjà à moi." Meredith serra la mâchoire, ignorant la chaleur traîtresse qui se répandait au plus profond d'elle. C'étaient les phéromones. Ça ne pouvait être que ça. "Je te déteste," parvint-elle à dire. "Bien," sourit Draven. Parce que la haine n'était qu'une autre forme d'obsession.