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Master's rebirth in the Apocalypse

Since his creation, Camelia has been tasked with keeping an eye on the 'Seeds of Apocalypse.' These people could one day become the end of the world, and the only one with the power to stop them is Camelia, the Saint's creation. That was how Camelia became the teacher of these 'Seeds' Generation after Generation until he finally met his end at the hands of the Council that wanted to use these 'Seeds' for their good. But Camelia did not mind it. And why would he? After all, he had finally found peace after living for centuries. He was finally free. Little did he know that his death would leave such a big impact on his students. But peace was never an option for Camelia because after dying a gruesome death, he found himself opening his eyes once more. But this time, he was in the body of someone he had never met and living a life he had never met. Moreover, he was no longer a male but a powerless human female. He...no, she woke up in a time where a few centuries had passed, the world had changed into a place where Dungeons and powers were no longer a well-guarded secret, and the 'seeds of the Apocalypse.' she had tried to keep under control had already become the leaders of this world. At such a time, what was Camelia to do? The answer was simple—pretend she did not know anything and finally live a carefree life. Unfortunately, not everyone seemed as on board with her idea as she was. Especially not her familiar-looking man who called himself her fiance. She needed to discover why this man felt familiar, had the power of the Apocalypse inside him, and was so obsessed with Camelia. __________ Note: There will be a lot of sex, and the relationship will be a little Dom/Sub kind

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Ch 42: Lend a helping hand - part 1

Layla noticed Zayne's pout as she ignored him. 

From her experience, she knew that Zayne tended to do something stupid when she ignored him. It was always small but drastic enough for Layla to look his way.

And this time, it was no different.

As soon as Layla turned her attention away, she noticed Zayne grabbed and looked at the ingredients he could use to mess up dinner.

Was it petty? Yes.

But was Zayne going to stop if Layla asked? Of course not! 

He would pretend to behave himself for some time before he would find another way to try and grab her attention. It was his common tactic by now.

"-No, you don't add sugar to it. Boss, no-!"

As soon as Layla noticed this, she grabbed the offending materials from Zayne's hands. 

She would not let him do anything to offend the food. That was her last straw.

"Zayne, sit back down and let me cook. I think you've had enough fun for the day."