I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages - Chapter 1417 - : Slipping away at the bottom of the feet (1)

Accused by his enemies, Tang Yin was led to a dead end and died at the hands of his enemies. Even so, fate gave him a new chance, and his soul traveled to a lower world, where he managed to reincarnate.His new body had no cultivation and no family either, so he was now a total cripple in an unknown world, with enemies lurking at his door.Yet, he is the proud Divine Heir, dubbed the 'Divine Son' of the Upper Realm. How could something so simple stop him?That is why he will forge his own path and rise again, this time by the hand of a mysterious power that belongs exclusively to him.'Even if I don't understand why I was chosen as Divine Heir, I will create my own path and forge my own power.' He thought.At the same time, a strange and mysterious system with an attractive power, which it said could help him complete his revenge, appeared before him.[You must become the Host of the Domination System][Do you accept?]

In a charming small town, Mani and his towering, affectionate minotaur wife, Mocha, run a bustling café that’s as warm and inviting as their love for each other. Balancing their daily lives, they face everything from quirky customers and fierce business rivals to unexpected adventures and tender moments. Mocha’s towering frame and mischievous teasing often leave Mani flustered, but her unwavering love and care for him create a bond stronger than any challenge.Whether they’re navigating holidays, tackling home projects, or simply enjoying quiet nights together, their days are filled with laughter, love, and the occasional bit of fan-service chaos. From heartwarming acts of devotion to playful antics, their story celebrates the beauty of an unconventional relationship and the magic of finding true partnership.In this lighthearted and romantic slice-of-life tale, Mani and Mocha prove that love comes in all shapes, sizes, and flavors—just like the drinks at their café.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.