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Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

WPC June 2024 Winner ---------------------------- What would you do, if you could transmigrate to the anime you designed? Upon transmigrate to the anime world, Owen found himself standing at the edge of the arena. A tall, coldly beautiful figure held a staff, arrogantly surveying the crowd! At this moment, the system sounded! [Ding, please choose: 1. Challenge on stage to receive a god-tier reward 2. Abandon the challenge and lose 50% HP!] Challenge! [Ding, congratulations to the Host for obtaining a god-tier reward] [God-tier Talent: Order of Merlin, Host's leveling speed increased tenfold!] [God-tier Skill: Mana Void, Host's surroundings become a no-magic zone!] [God-tier Weapon: Godslayer Staff, the strongest weapon! Can transform into any shape!] Nice, let me show you the power of a transmigrator! At this moment, the system's voice sounded again: [Ding, please choose: 1. Host marries the strongest female antagonist and conquers the world together 2. Abandon the challenge and lose 100% HP!] Excuse me??? Is there even a choice here???

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Chapter94-Farewell

It was unclear how much time had passed.

After exhausting themselves in various ways, Owen eventually awoke from unconsciousness.

As he opened his eyes, he realized that the handcuffs binding him were gone.

Startled, he quickly sat up and looked around. Raina was already awake, sitting quietly nearby, her gaze complex as she looked at Owen, her white hands tightly clenched.

In Raina's eyes, Owen saw killing intent, regret, resentment, and anger…

Owen felt a mix of emotions, knowing that both had suffered losses from this incident. As a man, he felt it was his responsibility to take the initiative, so he cleared his throat and said:

"Just now…"

Hearing Owen speak, Raina's forehead veins immediately pulsed, and the killing intent around her sharply intensified.

Owen awkwardly scratched his nose and tried to change the subject, "How are you feeling?"

As soon as he spoke, Owen felt the atmosphere grow even more uncomfortable.