My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy! - Chapter 128 - 106 Osteoporosis

Yong'an City Publicity Department:“Once again, we remind all citizens that a Level 4 Demon Nest has appeared outside Yong'an City in recent days. Currently, it is being suppressed by a team led by the President of Huayan Martial Arts University, [Dragon-riding Guanyin·Zheng Yulan].During this period, the municipality urges everyone not to travel at night unless necessary! Life first, safety most important!”The appearance of the Celestial Demon disrupted the world's original progress, with technological innovation no longer leading the mainstream, and Martial Arts exploration taking the global stage.Day Character Punch, Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada... many ancient martial arts have been continuously studied and innovated, evolving into Cultivation Techniques better suited to contemporary people's physiques.Nine Paths of Qi Blood, Eight Great Restrictions, Martial Arts practitioners gather immense power, only the Martial Arts will can suppress Celestial Demons and shatter darkness!Tianshan Mountain Martial Arts Conference, River Gathering, the world's number one Martial Arts tournament! All for the sake of determining the strongest Martial Arts practitioner to lead the world in safeguarding our civilization and homeland.“Here's a piece of good news: our country's [Great Saint Zhao Linyuan] has once again won the top spot in the world's number one Martial Arts tournament! This further cements our country's dominant position in the global Martial Arts development arena.”“Zzzzz...”Meng Chuan turned off the television and, as usual, practiced the [National Obligation Basic Boxing]【National Obligation Basic Boxing: Perfection (99%) Awaiting Limit Breaking】【Limit Breaking Feature: Once Proven, Forever Proven (Super) Awaiting Activation】

Claire receives a strange dream the night before her 18th birthday, an unknown goddess offers her power as her paladin. This power comes with a “gift” Claire was not ready for, but if it means getting her brother back, then she'll master it. Join Claire and her party as they navigate adventuring, fighting against tyranny, and the gifts the goddess bestowed them.

Keita Sumeragi was a man of dreams—once a hopeful mangaka who poured his soul into heartfelt tales of romance, comedy, and friendship. But the world never smiled back. Readers ignored him. Publishers laughed. And when the only offer he got was to draw the one thing he hated—NTR (Netorare)—he refused.Until life left him no choice.His wife walked out. His daughter starved. And when his first NTR manuscript was complete, the publisher gave the job to someone else.Broken, guilty, and hollow, Keita leapt from the rooftop with a bitter smile—Only to awaken in the world of his own rejected NTR manga.In this twisted realm, he’s reborn as the main protagonist—handsome, popular, and surrounded by women with all-too-familiar faces. His sweet and kind “motherly” wife resembles the wife who left him. His seductive stepsister has the same eyes as his daughter once did.In this warped erotic hell, where anyone can be seduced—teachers, aunts, even grandmothers—Keita must face his deepest guilt, his darkest fantasies, and the genre he once despised.Because in this world, NTR is fate.And the story must go on.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”