NTR: Choice Based System

"Right now, I don't need love, but just a man to support me while I'm pursuing immortality."

Elara spoke, her eyes fixed on the man with the crippled leg who was looking at her and her uncle, who was rubbing his hands on her waist.

"Oh, you are here, Mr. Ex-Husband," her uncle sneered, his arms tightening around Elara in a possessive embrace.

"I have some delightful news for you." His other hand, a predatory claw, slid upwards, resting on Elara's burgeoning belly.

"Elara is going to be a mother," he announced, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. "Surely, you must be overjoyed."

He paused, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Oh, and one more thing. Our wedding is to be held the day after tomorrow. But fear not, your presence is decidedly unwelcome."

His hand, emboldened, continued its ascent, brazenly exploring the swell of Elara's breasts. The sight of his uncle's lecherous touch ignited a fury within Ye Yang, his blood boiling with a potent mix of rage and despair.

Elara didn't stop her uncle, instead, she feigned indignation. "Look what you've done to them!" she exclaimed, gesturing towards her breasts.

"I've already begun to lactate, but once this child is born, you are forbidden from touching them, let alone… sucking on them."

Her uncle let out a boisterous laugh. "You know you can't stop me, little bird," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light.

"And look at you now, more beautiful and desirable than ever. Can't you feel the eyes of every man and woman around you drawn to your milky bounty?"

Elara, though inwardly seething, maintained her facade. "So, you won't mind the other people openly leering at your future wife's body?" she inquired with a hint of icy sarcasm.

"No, I'll be proud," he declared, his voice thick with arrogance. "Unlike someone who couldn't cherish you and your desires." He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his lips lingering on hers in a display of possessive affection.

Witnessing this brazen display of intimacy, Ye Yang felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He turned and fled the room, slamming the door behind him with a force that echoed through the house, seeking solace in the solitude of his own chamber.

Ye Yang slammed the door, the sound echoing through the house, and slumped against it, his chest heaving with a mixture of rage and despair.

Images of Elara, her face flushed, her body yielding to her uncle's advances, replayed in his mind, each one a fresh wound.

He had loved her, truly loved her, cherished her desires, her dreams. But his pride, his own insecurities, had driven her away. Now, watching her succumb to this grotesque charade, this mockery of love, was a punishment worse than any he could have imagined. He sank to the floor, burying his face in his hands, the bitter taste of betrayal filling his mouth.

He knew he should leave, should run as far away from this house, this nightmare, as he could.

But his feet felt rooted to the spot, paralyzed by a mixture of grief and a desperate hope. His condition, however, and his crippled leg made fleeing an impossibility. He was under constant surveillance.

Night came, and a sudden knock echoed through the room. He scrambled to his feet and moved towards the door, his heart pounding. As he neared, he was surprised to see someone approaching.

"BOOM!"

The door splintered inward, and Ye Yang was sent flying backwards by the force of the impact. His body slammed against the wall with a sickening thud.

Pain exploded through his frame, and he groaned, attempting to rise. But his crippled leg buckled beneath him, and he fell back to the floor, his head bleeding from the impact.

Two figures stood silhouetted in the doorway; their faces obscured by masks. One of them spoke, his voice a chilling monotone, "Your time has come. This is the end of your service... and your life."

Ye Yang knew he was no match for cultivators. He was a mere mortal, a broken bird against a storm. Yet, a flicker of defiance ignited within him. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice raspy.

This sets the stage for a potential confrontation. The arrival of the masked figures introduces a new element of danger and suspense to the story.

"Your death"

The masked figures advanced, their movements fluid and deadly.

Ye Yang, despite the throbbing pain in his head and the weakness that gripped his limbs, tried to crawl away, his eyes wide with terror. He was no match for these cultivators; their power was beyond his comprehension.

One of the figures raised a hand, and a surge of Qi erupted from his palm, striking Ye Yang with the force of a thunderbolt.

The pain was excruciating, a searing agony that consumed his entire being. He screamed, a raw, animalistic sound, before the world exploded into a blinding white light.

"AAAAHAAHHAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Then, silence.

He opened his eyes, disoriented, to find himself standing in a bustling marketplace.

The air was thick with the scent of spices and exotic foods. Confused, he looked around, his gaze falling upon a familiar sight – a large banner proclaiming "The Bravery Trials: Test Your Courage and Win Glory!"

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he stumbled back, clutching his head. He remembered this place.

He was back. Back in time.

The realization hit him with the force of a tidal wave. He had died, but instead of facing oblivion, he had been sent back to the past.

A second chance. A chance to rectify his mistakes, to prevent the tragedy that had unfolded.

He remembered his past life with a chilling clarity. He remembered the things happened to him and his foolish love that had blinded him to the true nature of Elara.

From this place, everything changed, and with that, his memories came back to him. He realized he was inside the trial, but rage was burning in his eyes.

Even if this was just a trial, he would not let the people who made him suffer go easily. But right now, he was weak. Then he remembered that soon the competition of Brave would commence, and the winner would marry Elara.

Previously, he had won and married Elara. But this time, he decided to go for a different approach while still participating in the trial.

Same as before he won the Trial while Fire demon approached him.

The Fire Demon approached Ye Yang, "You, even if this was a competition, you have tried to harm my disciple."

Ye Yang bowed, "I apologize for that, Senior, but I knew you were watching this and you wouldn't let it happen. Other than that, I didn't have a way to win this duel."

"HAHAHAHAHAA!"

The Fire Demon laughed, "I liked your honesty and courage. Why don't you forfeit from this and become my second disciple?"

Everything was the same: the Fire Demon's approach, words, and even his offer.

Ye Yang took his time, but he knew what he had to do. Unlike the previous time when he had refused the offer and happily married Elara, which afterward became his nightmare, Ye Yang bowed, "I'm willing."

Everyone was stunned, including Elara and her father. "What is the meaning of this, Fire Demon?" her father spoke in an angry tone while he looked at Ye Yang. "Ye Yang, what's your motive?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Ye Yang bowed, "Lord, I just realized I'm not good enough for Miss, and I see my future with cultivation rather than being a live-in son-in-law."

Ye Yang remembered Elara's father's indifferent emotions when she cheated on Ye Yang with her own uncle. Elara's father didn't do anything; instead, he offered his seat as head of the family to his brother, who married his own niece.

"HAHAHA!" the Fire Demon laughed.

"Now that you have decided to become my disciple, then let me see who can stop us." The Fire Demon released his cultivation of Spirit Core Formation. Explore more adventures at empire

The Fire Demon's laughter echoed through the hall, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

Elara's father, his face a mask of fury, lunged forward, his sword unsheathed. "You dare defile my home, you demon!" he roared, his voice trembling with rage.

The Fire Demon merely smiled, a chilling expression on his face. "Defile?" he scoffed, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"I am merely offering this young man a chance to escape his mundane fate. A chance to ascend to true power, to surpass even you, old man." He raised a hand, and a wave of searing heat washed over the hall, forcing Elara's father back.

Ye Yang, however, remained calm. He had made his decision, and he wouldn't back down now. "Master," he said, his voice steady, "I will follow you, but I will not allow you to harm anyone here."

The Fire Demon chuckled. "Such loyalty," he mused, "a rare trait indeed. Very well, I shall spare these insignificant lives for now. But remember, they stand in the way of your destiny. If they interfere, I will not hesitate."

Elara, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal, watched in horror as Ye Yang, walked towards the Fire Demon. "Ye Yang," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, "why? Why are you doing this?"

Ye Yang turned to look at her, his gaze filled with a strange mixture of anger and pity but didn't answer her.

With that, he turned and followed the Fire Demon, leaving behind a trail of stunned silence and simmering anger.

Elara's father, his face contorted with rage, gripped his sword so tightly that his knuckles whitened. "This will not stand," he growled, his eyes burning with a fierce determination. "contact father ancestor, this is not end."