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The villainess shall be mine

The world was about to end and his life was about to change. But Mark, a pathetic and ugly 30-year-old man, was more concerned about his relationship situation than anything else. He lived a lonely life, and as he grew older, his face became uglier than it already was. The chance of marrying his ideal woman was slim to none. Like everyone else, he wanted a second chance... And his wish was granted in a way that he never expected. One day, after falling asleep during his daily self-reflection, he suddenly realized that he didn't wake up inside his room. Then he realized that he was given a second chance to redo his life in a different universe. But is this the second chance that Mark yearned for? It didn't take Mark too long to understand that this world was beyond his wildest imagination and he was caught up in a greater plot than he expected. Will his desire to find the love of his life matters in front of the truth behind the creation of the world? Follow Mark's journey as he travels beyond time, beyond space, and beyond reality where he may finally find the love of his life. After all, it takes more than just determination to change oneself and reach one's goal. ::::::: Please also check out my new books on my profile: - The Antagonist's Final Ambition: Chronicles of Chaos - The Last Man: Saga of the Nightmare Invoker They are related to this universe. ::::: Join the Discord server if you have questions or suggestions, or just want to discuss the novel. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/adFqaJc6qW Twitter:@Kepalozoid

Kepalozoid · Fantaisie
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202 Chs

...the beginning; the beginning of the end

The imperial Armada consisted of thousands of space warships and they were tasked with monitoring the evolution of the situation within the now restricted area.

"Commander, the one from the Fenrirus clan reported that they managed to find the daughter of the clan's head and the son of Kepalta," an imperial officer reported, standing dignifiedly in front of a bulky man with a stern face.

The man wore a particular outfit for people who held a certain position in the Imperial Army, and he was the commander of this Armada.

Standing on a spot on the highest floor of an enormous battleship, the commander stared at the vast space in front of him.