Alantina Online: The Greatest Sword Mage Reborn As A Weak NPC - Chapter 90 Treasure Room Or Trap Room Part 1

sidelines, cheering for the MCs like the dedicated shipper she is. But plot twist—she’s now a guy. And not just any guy—a ridiculously handsome guy!After spending an embarrassing amount of time winking at her own reflection and flexing muscles she never had before, she decides, “Why just watch the romance when you can be the romance?” Armed with good looks, charm, and way too much insider knowledge of every trope imaginable, she sets out to conquer every character in the story, including the MC she used to fangirl over.But wait… Does this make her gay? Or straight? Or just hopelessly in love with her own fictional fantasy? Frankly, she’s too busy causing chaos (and enjoying it) to care.PS: There is smut, and its reverse harem :3

Explore the Universe through the hardest, truest weapon: the Fist.

Jack Rust was a disillusioned biologist with a PhD—almost. When an extraterrestrial AI calling itself the System invaded Earth and thrust it into a world of aliens and violence, the least Jack hoped for was magic. Unfortunately, the System decided to spawn a forest dungeon around him and a goblin in his face, which left him little choice.

Armed with nothing but his fists, Jack must grow strong enough to survive entire menageries of monsters. He needs to return to civilization and find out what the hell is going on. He might also get magic—or not. Surprising himself, Jack discovers that violence is fun.

In this battle-ridden new world, Jack finds the life he always dreamed about. He won’t just survive. He will thrive.

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He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.