Cronus' system: Against the gods - Chapter 135 Don’t unlock- You’ve read before

A princess's duty is to be beautiful, quiet, not loud, to be seen and not to be heard, which was how Dahlia lived most of her life. Bound by the expectations of her title, she spent years trying to prove to her father that she was more than just a princess and capable of being more than an ornament in his court but each time she never got the chance. Instead, she was forced into a marriage of convenience with the bravest knight in all the kingdom, Reagan Hawthorne.Dahlia thought she would use this marriage to escape the brutal crutches of her father and glide out of her cage but Reagan’s cold disdain was an unexpected prison of its own. While he waged wars on distant lands, she stayed behind, holding his household together and protecting the people he seemed to ignore. But Dahlia carried a dangerous secret. By day, she was the perfect wife. By night, she became the “Black Knight,” a masked vigilante fighting for justice in the shadows.Reagan returned, ready to focus on his personal mission: avenging his father’s death. To him, Dahlia was just another pawn in his plans—a spoiled princess he needed to tolerate. But as cracks began to form in her perfect façade, Reagan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his wife than met the eye.Now, with enemies circling closer and their secrets threatening to collide, Dahlia and Reagan must confront the lies they’ve told themselves and each other. But when masks fall and truths are revealed, will their fragile bond withstand the storm—or will it shatter beyond repair?One wound. One secret. One night that changes everything.

[Cross-species top love]
Don’t just pick up a strange woman and go home for the night, something will happen.
Qi Wenxi regrets it now.
The poor woman she kindly brought home is not as innocent and harmless as the surface,
On the contrary, the other party is very abnormal and everything is unknown.
The skin is cold, the voice is low, full of wildness, and it likes to eat raw food.
Even more like staring at her, sticking to her, touching her.
As spring approaches, all things recover.
Qi Wenxi found that the way the woman looked at her started to look wrong.

Qi Wenxi couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to escape, but he couldn’t escape at all. “Don’t look at me with such strange eyes, okay?”
Jing Lian stared at her with deep eyes: “As a partner, you must do your job well.”
Professor Qi: “…When did I become your partner?”
Whale: “If you’re shy, I’ll take you to the deep sea, where no one is there, you can let go.”
Qi Wenxi’s face was pale, does she want to dedicate her first time to this savage killer whale? !
…

[She is the abyss, the beast, and the sweetheart who is most tender to you. 】

Instructions for reading:
1. One of the female protagonists is the ancestor of the deep-sea overlord killer whale, S+ class staring at his wife and crazy, possessive, hungry and thirst.
2. Lack of love and acting skills to send a sick and charming ancestor & a veteran professor who is cold on the outside and soft on the inside [mild social fear]
3. This article is a two-way sweet pet, Su Shuang, 1v1, slow heat, micro-hunting
4. Pay attention to the scarf: Xia Suxi
5. Enter V on January 27, please support the genuine version.

Content tags: Qiangqiang, a soft spot, near the water tower, sweet text
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- Description from novelbuddy

[Warning: Mature Content 18+, Harem, No NTR!]He was only ten years old when his world turned to ash. Hidden behind a door, shivering with helplessness and fear, the boy peered through the keyhole and watched his parents die. He never knew who killed them. He never even saw the faces of those who took everything from him.The terror was too much for a ten-year old boy. His mind shattered, erasing that night from his memory. And then everything was blank, darkness in front of his eyes as he lost consciousness.When his eyes opened again, a man stood before him, a stranger with a gentle smile and eyes filled with something strange… pity? Or something else?“What happened here boy?”“Happened where?”“You don’t remember, do you?”“Remember what…? Where is father? My Mother?”“I guess this is for the best.”“Good boy. Your father was my dearest friend… and now, you are my responsibility. From now on, you will be my son.”“You have no one left, boy… but I can make sure no one ever takes anything from you again.” The man said gently.And then that man forged him into something inhuman. A weapon honed to perfection, a shadow lurking in the underworld. The mere whisper of his name - Draugr, A ghost that never truly dies, sent grown men into cold sweats, their legs trembling beneath them.The boy soon outgrew his master and carved his own legend in blood. But all this while he never stopped searching—for the ones who killed his parents, for the truth, for revenge.And finally, after fifteen years of silence, he was close. The last clue he needed was just within his grasp.It was so close, yet just an inch out of his grasp. He was ambushed, a trap he never saw coming.Wounded, bleeding out, fighting for his life against an army of men and women eyeing to claim his life, he should have died. But fate had something else stored for him.Barely holding onto life, he stumbled into a girl—fragile-looking, yet completely unafraid of the monster before her. She didn’t run. She didn’t scream. Instead, she smiled.She saved him. Took him to a hospital. And as he lay unconscious, she made her plans.But when he woke up… He had lost everything, He remembered nothing.Not just the truth of his parents' murder. Not just the years of searching. Not just the enemies and allies he'd made along the way. Not even his own name.Twenty-five years of his life—wiped clean.Now, in a world that fears his very name, with ghosts of a past he can no longer remember hunting him in the shadows—he must decide: Is he still the Draugr they all fear? Or is he just a man searching for the pieces of himself?And who is the girl who stole his fate and bound it to hers?

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?