I Love Destroying Worlds' Plot [BL]

Finally, Ye Xiajie entered the red star. He opened his eyes in a plush top-floor presidential room wearing a loose, half-buttoned black short that revealed his tight chest and gorgeous 8-pack abs. Although holding a whiskey glass in his hands, he felt unusually exhausted. Instead of finding System Yue and System Yang as he had expected, he frowned and became aware of someone else's aura in the vicinity around the large window of his suite room.         

    

"An unwelcome guest, I see. What would this visitor come here for?" he asked.     

Ye Xiajie had only witnessed the shadows within his dark suite room growing towards him. Until this shadow materialized in front of him, resembling a human figure with long silver hair and a pair of Phoenix-shaped eyes encasing the silver irises that sparkle like a bright moon in the night.     

The moment the God of Void laid eyes on this person, he was overcome with an uncontrollable heartbeat. His eyes were brimming with unmet longing, and his throat was burning with desire. His bloodshot eyes took on the appearance of a beast's, becoming keen and ferocious. His wife's phoenix-shaped eyes and aloof temperament were a signature for him to recognize his adored no matter the world they inhabited.     

In contrast to Ye Xiajie's expression of yearning, the man in the elegant black suit emitting elegance only found in royalty maintains a neutral expression but slightly widens his eyes as if he didn't anticipate the person's response and is perplexed as to why such emotions would manifest within those garnet gemstone-like irises.     

The unwanted visitor who emerged abruptly in the shadow of the night and the gloom of the dimly lit room resounded in the calm chamber with an icy voice.     

"Garnet is my favorite gemstone. What a pity..."     

The utterances of this man, who reflected numerous of his wife's physical features, left Ye Xiajie perplexed. He didn't fully get the meaning of the man's words until he suddenly experienced a severe ache in his chest and the sudden chill of having his blood drained. He observed a beating heart being held in front of him by long, thin fingers and immaculate fingers.     

Ye Xiajie didn't realize this man was real until he realized the throbbing heart in front of him was his own heart. A person who came for his life and was his antagonist.     

"Your eyes are lovely. I like it quite a bit. But... That is all." The cold voice once again resounded in Ye Xiajie's ears as he saw his heart crushed by the white hand the man possessed. "Vampires and werewolves would never get along. As long old relics like us exist."     

Ye Xiajie saw a man in a tight black suit that accentuated his slim waist and full butt dissolve into a blood mist and then vanishes from view once again in the blurry vision.     

Ye Xiajie's thoughts before he took his last breath, 'I want to press him on the bed and fuck him hard!'     

Even while facing death, the perverse man's ideas wouldn't be corrected. When his beloved is taken into account, Ye Xiajie will never alter his feelings or desires. He was reflecting on how unfortunate it had been to select this world initially. Who would have imagined that the moment he entered the world, his wife would appear before him? He also didn't anticipate being slain immediately away, though.     

The killer left for a short while, and then System Yue and System Yang eventually appeared.      

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As the man in the black suit came, they were frozen in place for some reason. Above Ye Xiajie's body, a miniature sun and a miniature moon are visible.     

System Yue spoke, [Woa~ death as soon as we arrived in the world, this star is not simple at all. A'Yang was that man just now the soul fragment of Lord Hei?]     

[...Hm? For some reason it was him but I am unsure of it. I'll check on the two wardens and learn their situations. You handle the rest with the Lord God.] Syst Yang said before disappearing somewhere.     

System Yue understood that having two high-level systems like these together was a waste of effort. They can handle the issues better if they work in many sectors. The Lord God of the Nether System could subsist himself with just Zhi Yue.     

System Yue had recorded his lord's death scene and even his resurrection as instructed. The Mo Family is unmatched in its Immortality Physique. Any prior weakness for couples who successfully survived the Trials of Marriage is now gone. Hence, it would no longer be a real death even if Hei Anjing and Ye Xiajie killed one another. They would only die naturally if they both committed suicide at the same time. After all, their life is already considered as one.     

System Yue mumbled to himself, [Look at that hole. It was cleanly done. There were many other parts that were affected and the heart was drugged out while the Lord God is still alive. He was able to see his own heart with his eyes beating in front of him. Lord Hei's skills in the killing are beautiful and clean as always.]     

System Yue saw the blood spreading beneath the Lord God suddenly begin to move, and his heart immediately began to rebuild and beat once again. Ye Xiajie's chest hole quickly closed, allowing him to regain consciousness and open his eyes once again.     

Gasp!     

Ye Xiajie gasped the moment his heart started beating once again. The oxygen in his body was abruptly released causing him to almost choke with air.     

"The Immortality of the Mo Clan is truly heavenly defying. It's a hundred times faster than my original regeneration." Ye Xiajie as he saw that the hole in his chest closed up and the slight sound of the beating from within cannot be ignored.     

The God of Void got up and swept the area. He went to the bathroom to take a shower after ripping off his garments with a hole. He poured another glass for himself after exiting his bath and reaching for the opened wine bottle. He simply had a towel around his waist, which allowed his well-defined, firm muscles to be seen in full view.     

is vessel was changed into one that fitted him when a God like Ye Xiajie assumed control of the body. He no longer seems to be a muscular man but rather a hottie with a delectable figure that may make both men and women fall in love with him. His body muscles diminish to beautiful proportions. He himself is a walking pheromone.         

    

Ye Xiajie spoke, "Yue, give me my profile and the current timeline."     

Although System Yang was not present, he avoided asking. He designed the system so that it would solely follow his wife's instructions. It seems sensible that he would want to track down the man who had just entered his room to determine whether or not he was his wife's soul piece. At the same time, they made sure their other comrades had entered their vessels securely and informed them of their safety.     

System Yue instantly sent the bits of data to this world's database and discovered the profile of his lord's present vessel.     

[Skoll Fenrir. the last surviving Gamma Werewolf. He was adored by his species as their Ancestor or their Beast God and is the strongest werewolf in existence. He had lived for as long as races with a lengthy lifespan, such as vampires. Nobody is aware of the cause of his prolonged existence. Yet his only reason for existing is to locate Luna, a female alpha who was meant to be his mate. He has been looking for it for centuries and still hasn't discovered it.]     

[He assigned an alpha werewolf with dark blue fur to be the pack leader. This young man was referred to as the Werewolf King. Conri Lycaon is the forename. He was regarded as the strongest individual after the ancestor of their Fenrir Tribe because of his dark-shade fur.  He is one of the male leads in this world.]     

[The night after Conri Lycaon was crowned king, Fenrir Skoll, the ancestor of werewolves, passed away. Several wolf pack leaders believed that Conri Lycaon had conspired to kill their ancestor, which caused the tribe's internal structure to further split into smaller groupings.]     

[Conri Lycaon was aided by the Dark Red Wolfpack, which was commanded by the Ruid twins. This is so that his sister, the sole omega female wolf in their pack, wouldn't end up becoming the Fenrir Tribe's Luna out of love for Conri Lycaon.]     

[The packs of brown and light gray wolves converged. They devotedly backed their Beast God, Fenrir Skoll. They no longer had confidence in the tribe after his passing, and they desired to go with them. Due to the Vampires, their arch-enemy, becoming more powerful, some tribal leaders persuaded them to remain. Therefore there is a risk of getting cut off. The main tribe makes it clear that this sizable pack chose to remain, but they had no desire to submit to the reigning king of werewolves since they do not value him.]     

Ye Xiajie will now be called Fenrir Skoll.     

Fenrir Skoll's crimson eyes slightly narrowed as he thought of a possibility. He asked System Yue,     

"Is my death something Conri Lycaon had a hand on?" asked Fenrir Skoll.     

System Yue checked the database and answered his Lord's question, [Yes. He sold the information of the lord's schedule for tonight's banquet to the Vampires. He wanted to possess the full strength of the wolf tribes as his sole power so he wanted the lord gone.]     

The vampire who ripped out his heart and shattered it before his eyes were in Fenrir Skoll's mind. He discovered his mateship crest had re-emerged in the corner of his right eye while he was having a bath a short while ago. As evidence that his destined partner resides in this world, a black snowflake made an appearance of being alive.     

"Check the information about the fated pair in the Werewolf Tribe. The meaning of the crest and its significance. Also, contact Yang, ask him if he found Warden Lou, and tell him to come over and see this lord." Fenrir Skoll commanded.     

System Yue treated the Lord God with the utmost respect. Though he is quite silly and playful, during times when he needs to work, he is serious about his duties.     

[As you ordered, my lord!]     

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Werewolf Tribe's Hierarchy:     

[Gamma] Ancestor: Fenrir Skoll (Black)     

Descendants:     

[Alpha] King of Werewolf: Conri Lycaon (Dark Blue)     

6 Elder Werewolves: They listen only to their Ancestor's commands. After the sad death of their Ancestor, they supported Conri Lycaon as the new king. There is nothing else that can be done as he is the only heir left behind by the Ancestor though they were not connected by blood.     

Subordinates:     

Dark Red Wolf: [B] Randall Ruid, [B] Mayun Ruid, [O] Ashina Ruid - 6 wolves     

Brown Wolf: [B] Reika Louve, [B] Lyall Louve - 15 wolves         

    

Light Gray Wolf: [B] Ralph Hemming - 20 wolves     

[Note: The darker the fur color is the more powerful a wolf is. Female Werewolf is rare, especially pureblood ones.]     

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Meanwhile, at an ancient castle of old times...     

From the blood mist that had returned to this location, a guy in a black suit emerged. He makes a rhythmic approach to the vacant throne room on his long, lean legs. Such a cool and collected step echoes around the massive fortress. The moonlight shone on him as he made his way toward the sole throne in the room.     

He was unaware of the abrupt arrival of the impression of a black snowflake in the outer corner of his left eye. observing the deserted castle with its atmosphere of desolation and its dead silver irises. He appears so disinterested as if he had nothing to look forward to.      

He observed his right hand in silence. The scent of that werewolf's blood still lingers in it making him unable to hold back licking his pale thin lips as if he couldn't hold back his thirst.     

"This is the first time in hundreds of years to feel what hunger is... But that prey is dead. Where can I find the one that might be able to calm this uncontrollable hunger..."     

When he slowly closed his eyes to appear to be asleep, his beautiful silver eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. The most idyllic and loneliest scenario that might have existed appeared to be depicted by his sleeping figure at the same moment. Nothing in this world could pique his attention other than death and destruction since he had grown too accustomed to being alone. The lonely monster had once again slept off in pitch black.