Perfect World - Chapter 197 - Octadic Treasure Chicken

A calculating merchant of noble birth lives a comfortable life managing his guild's business at the Imperial Academy—until lightning strikes him, leaving him with prophetic visions of a disastrous future. In these visions, he's expelled from his family, branded a traitor who aids demons, and worst of all, becomes a penniless beggar. When the supposed “protagonist” of these prophecies enrolls at the academy, he realizes his countdown to ruin has begun. Now he must use his foresight to rewrite a story where he's cast as a third-rate villain, all while navigating ancient dungeons, demonic threats, and the troublesome “hero” who might be the key to changing his fate.#MoneyIsEverything

Tang Chuxia, with her ample bosom, slender waist, and long legs, has a face that's both innocent and sultry. Unfortunately, she's known as a crazy beauty!Gu Beihuai, with wide shoulders, long legs, and a 'hound's waist,' is rigid and highly capable, but he's also willful and extremely arrogant in private.Everyone knows that Gu Beihuai detests his childhood friend Tang Chuxia, and they despise each other on sight.In everyone's view, even if they were the last two people on earth, they would never end up together.However, at a matchmaking event organized by the compound, the charming and seductive Tang Chuxia ends up pinned against a wall, surprisingly by the old-fashioned Gu Beihuai.“Don't you like me?”His hands firmly grasping Tang Chuxia's slender waist, he hears her whisper in his ear: “Once we're married, can I kiss you as much as I want?”

With unmatched talent, but a fate sealed by a terminal illness, Jeong Yeon-Shin challenges his destined death for a chance to live.Set in a realm where elves and dwarves coexist with martial artists, this is the story of Jeong Yeon-shin, a genius fighting to extend his life against all odds.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.