Low-Fantasy Occultist Isekai - Chapter 97 - 94

As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize.

After being betrayed by her family, Bai Meiyue found herself struggling in the flourishing age where zombies and mutant animals ruled. And that too with a big belly!Though people called her crazy for being stubborn, Bai Meiyue didn’t regret keeping the fruit of her one-night stand. What she regretted was not protecting her child and trusting those whom she should have killed at the very chance that was handed to her.In the eleventh year, Bai Meiyue lost her child and died while taking revenge on those who took her son away. However, just when Bai Meiyue thought it was the end, she returned two months before the beginning of the doomsday.Carrying the grudge of two lifetimes, she swore to make life living hell for those who harmed her and her son.With the heavens blessing her with a barter system, Bai Meiyue was intent on giving her child everything that he deserved.But why was the child’s father chasing after her?Hello? We only shared a bed for a night. So why was he clinging to her?Her child’s father: From the best medicine to education, you have given our child everything, Meiyue. But what about a father?

My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.Truth is? I don’t even like this world.I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.They think I’m a failure.Maybe I am.But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.