Doted By The Regent King - Chapter 1248 - 1246: Who Do You Think You Are?

In a world ruled by magic crystals, Luther Isan is anything but ordinary. After a twist of fate throws him into the pages of the dreadful novel Magic Crystals Reign Supreme—a book he loathes with all his heart—he awakens inside the body of a character so minor he appeared only once and was promptly forgotten.But fate has other plans. To his horror, Luther discovers he possesses a power long thought impossible: the ability to wield magic without the aid of a crystal. A gift so rare, it sparks fear, awe, and suspicion in equal measure.When he accidentally saves the novel’s protagonist, Luther is mistaken for the “Child of the Gods” and proclaimed as the world’s saint. Suddenly, every faction wants a piece of him—while all he wants is to run far, far away.Armed with nothing but sarcasm, bad luck, and a desperate wish to escape, Luther is dragged into idiotic situations, endless misunderstandings, and world-saving duties he never signed up for. And to make things worse, the true protagonists of the book have now been ordered to guard him at all costs.Can a man who just wants peace survive being the most “important” person alive? Or will the world’s fate be doomed… because their so-called saint is the ultimate reluctant hero?

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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Xiong Zhi ran away from her unwanted marriage.

That day, Linfeng, her aide, died while protecting her. The man who she held dearly in her heart died in her arms.

In her last breath, she uttered,

“Never again to be weak...Never again wasted our precious time...I’ll promise...In the next lifetime... I will protect you...and..love you...”

Full of regrets, she closed her eyes, wanting to be united with the man in the underworld.

However, when she opened her eyes, she found herself in her sixteen-year-old body.

Realizing she had a second chance, the cold, indifferent, obedient, and meek young miss of the Xiong family was reborn as a strong, sharp, vengeful, bold, and confident woman.

In this lifetime, she will fulfill her promise with no regrets.

Of course, including seducing Linfeng again.

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This is my first novel and my original. English is not my first language. So please pardon me for any gramatical errors.

All characters, name, place and plots are from my own world.

Thank you!

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