"Xiang, don't do this," a trembling voice whispered, its sound echoing softly through the room, filled with fear and urgency.
In a vast, opulent room, where luxury and splendor seemed to fill every corner, the once brightly lit candles were now extinguished, casting the room in an eerie silence.
The darkness was almost palpable, yet the soft glow of the moonlight filtered through, filling the space with a pale, ethereal light that illuminated the shadows.
Against the wall, Kael leaned, his breaths shallow and quick as he struggled to recover. His eyes, filled with confusion and fear, locked onto the figure before him.
Standing there was a man xiang with striking golden eyes and flowing white hair, his presence commanding and overwhelming.
Xiang's's gaze was fixed on Kael, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger, as if every fiber of his being was focused solely on him.
The air between them crackled with an unsettling tension, and Kael could sense the weight of xiang's intent, leaving him uneasy and trapped in that moment.
"How could you even think about giving me a divorce? I will not give you a divorce," the voice said firmly, filled with determination.
Hearing Xiang's words, Kael couldn't say anything. His body froze as he felt Xiang's big and rough hand slip under his clothes, pinching his chest with a firm grip.
How did things end up in this situation where Kael was actually thinking of divorcing the emperor Xiang?
It all began a few years ago, in our world.
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A large luxury car pulled up on the road, its doors opening to reveal a stunningly handsome young man stepping out.
The moment he emerged, a crowd of people quickly gathered around, all of them his devoted fans who adored him with an almost obsessive passion, spending their days and nights following him. He is the most popular influencer
Reporters swarmed the scene, clicking countless photos of him as he stepped into the limelight.
"How are you all doing? You didn't get tired waiting for me, did you?" the young man asked warmly, signing autographs for his fans.
"No, we're fine, Daddy!" the fans replied in unison, their laughter filling the air.
Most of the fans in the crowd were women, with only a handful of men present.
The young man took selfies with some fans and shook hands with others, a radiant smile never leaving his face as he interacted with them.
It seemed as though he was genuinely enjoying himself, spreading happiness to everyone around.
However, just as he finished meeting his fans and started walking towards the building of the company which company was promoting him, a speeding truck appeared out of nowhere.
While the fans and reporters quickly moved aside to avoid the oncoming vehicle, the young man didn't react—his ears were plugged with earphones, completely muting the chaos around him.
The truck barreled forward, striking him violently.
The impact was catastrophic; the company gate shattered as the truck crashed into it, and the young man was left sprawled on the broken gate, bloodied and severely injured.
Amidst the panicked screams of the crowd, he faintly heard concerned voices calling out to him.
With blurry vision, he managed to turn his head slightly toward the commotion.
Through the haze, he saw a face, one that was smiling with satisfaction.
It was his stepbrother, watching the scene unfold. Before he could process what he had seen, his eyes closed, and darkness enveloped him.
When the boy regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a cold, hard ground, covered with a torn and tattered sheet.
The chill seeped through the thin fabric, making him shiver. Startled, he quickly sat up, his heart pounding as he scanned his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was.
The dim light barely illuminated the space around him, revealing cracked walls, a damp floor, and an eerie silence.
The unfamiliar environment sent a wave of unease through him. It wasn't the world of bright lights and adoring fans he was accustomed to—it was something far grimmer and unsettling. His mind raced with questions.
"Where am I right now? Didn't the truck just hit me?"
The boy muttered to himself, his voice shaky and filled with confusion as he tried to process what had happened.
He glanced down at his body, expecting to see the fresh wounds and bruises left by the truck's impact.
But to his shock, the injuries he expected weren't there. Instead, his skin bore strange marks—deep scars, as though he had been brutally whipped or beaten with something sharp.
"Huh... what is all this, and where am I? Shouldn't I be in a hospital right now?" the boy muttered to himself, confusion and worry evident in his voice.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed before his eyes, making him squint. Out of nowhere, a translucent, glowing screen appeared in mid-air right in front of him. On it, in bold letters, was written a single name: "Kael."
"Kael... that name sounds familiar," he murmured, furrowing his brows as he tried to recall where he had heard it before.
Thoughts raced through his mind until it finally hit him—just last month, he had bought a novel where the main character's name was Kael.
"I knew it! That's the MC from that book!" he exclaimed to himself. However, a frown quickly formed on his face.
He remembered how he had been so excited to read that novel, but his hectic schedule hadn't allowed him even a single moment to dive into its pages.
Lost in thought, he was startled by the sudden sound of a sneeze echoing from nearby.
The unexpected noise made him snap his head around. As he turned, his heart skipped a beat when he saw—
Standing before him is a white cat, its piercing gaze fixed directly into his eyes. The intensity of its stare unsettles the boy, and for a moment, he feels a wave of panic wash over him.
However, as soon as he realizes that it's nothing more than an ordinary cat, he exhales deeply, letting out a relieved sigh. Just as he begins to feel at ease, the cat suddenly speaks in a clear voice:
"Welcome to this world, Host."
"Huh, did the cat just speak?" He couldn't believe his ears. "Are you not an animal, but a ghost?"