Sweet Wife Is Busy Farming - Chapter 34

Kang Haneul’s once-happy life was shattered by tragedy when his family was struck by a devastating traffic accident. His parents died and his sister fell into a coma. He worked himself to the bone to support his comatose sister’s medical expenses.Yet fate dealt another cruel blow. Just as his sister passed away from heart failure and he received a grim diagnosis of stage 4 cancer, he found himself in the path of an oncoming truck while saving a child.Facing death, he unexpectedly encounters the king of the underworld, who offers him a remarkable gift for his selfless act: a chance to rewrite the past. With determination burning within him, Haneul seizes this opportunity to change the course of his life and fulfill long-lost dreams.But wait- why do these people keep calling him an Omega?What the heck is an Omega???#BL #Omegaverse #Idol #notsmut

It was the year 3090 AD, the virtual reality net game “Swords and Magic” was developed on Earth, and the game would descend upon the world in ten years! In order to survive, the only way was to tame various powerful monsters in the magical world. That’s the only way to make oneself more powerful and take control of the gods’ power! Jiang Bai reincarnated to a time before the game was launched. By relying on his memory, he successfully obtained the Infinite Beast Taming Encyclopedia. Divine Beast Black Dragon Princess! Sacred Beast Dark Night Elf Queen… Jiang Bai asked, “Why is everyone else’s pet beasts animals, but mine is a bunch of gorgeous girls? I’m going to be sucked dry. I need help, quick.”

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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