MTL - One Piece: Wudang Baiye, Deputy Captain of the Straw Hats - Chapter 433

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

Jianjing was reborn into a parallel world and became a genius novelist.Or rather, the soon-to-be deceased young genius novelist…[System Warning]: You committed su*cide, estimated time of death in 10 minutes.[Mandatory Mission]: Escape from the enclosed room.[Reward and Punishment]: Successful escape means the author continues the story, failure means the story is abandoned.Jianjing: WTF?!System: This is just the beginning, face the storm ahead!Jianjing’s view of herself: An ordinary bestselling novelist.Others’ view of her: “Novelist Detective”, “Honorable Citizen for Bravery and Justice”, “Police Consultant”, “Surprise Guest for Horror House Shows”, “Human Representative Against Unknown Creatures”…

Ning Bei worked hard to get into Lincheng University and came to the city Nan Xia was in. Nan Xia introduced him to others as: “Her younger brother.”

After returning home, Ning Bei was lying on the floor like a stray dog.

His brother Ning Nan couldn’t look at his depressed face anymore, so he gave him a kick: “Now you know that acting like a dog will end badly?”

Ning Bei closed his eyes, and said in a cold voice, “Never again.”

Ning Nan chuckled and was about to leave when the exclusive ringtone that Ning Bei set for Nan Xia suddenly rang in the room.

Under Ning Nan’s fiery gaze, Ning Bei lay on the ground for one extra second.

Then he quickly got up from the ground and ran to the phone.

Ning Nan: ?

Ning Bei: Scram.

- Description from Novelupdates

[No NTR]

I got pulled into the NTR game I was going to gift to my pure harem lover friend.

The game has already progressed to the middle, and the heroines seem to have been already stolen away from the hero, in which I was transmigrated into.

Now I just deeply crave for a cigarette, but I can’t even smoke in this world…!