Seoul Station’s Necromancer - Chapter 179 - Defense (3)

If a man ‘Levels Up’, any boring work can be repeated endlessly―Natsuno Taiyou.

“Talent” should be useful only in game, but even in reality how is it useful!?

When Taiyou woke up he received a power from a fairy “The ability to Level Up in the real world”, but immediately when leveling up boring work, surprisingly ‘charm’ had dropped down!―However, the charm level that was originally 0, has thank god become ‘65535′!

Taiyou aims to level 100. And enjoy a harem life with seven brides.

An Yan was forced to resign due to rebelling against the company’s unspoken rules.

In an accident, she not only awakened her female supporting consciousness, but also bound a super powerful beauty system.

Miserable female supporting group? Ah! Why?

She doesn’t believe it anymore, holding the beauty system in her hand, she still can’t walk a bright road!

【Ding! Task 1: Ask the host to sell 100 copies of ancient rose balm. 】

[Ding, the mission is completed! Reward the secret recipe of ‘Lifting Fragrance Bubble Ball’, ask the host to sell 1,000 copies. 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host for achieving the reputation achievement of “emerging”, rewarding the host with a permanent “beautiful figure” waist. 】

[Ding, task 5…]

Netizen 1: My God! What kind of magical product is this? After using rose balm, the skin of the whole body is smooth and tender, it is simply rejuvenating the skin!

Netizen 2: Damn it! Anjia’s beauty products are truly unique, and every beauty product is worth investing in, so Amway!

Netizen 3: What? Anjia’s beauty products are out of stock again? Let’s be individuals, if you can’t buy it again, your girlfriend will become someone else’s.

The sunspots looked contemptuous: A product from a small workshop can whiten skin in a week? Half a month can lose weight? Hair growth in a month? Liar ghosts, only fools are fooled!

Later sunspots: I beg the boss to order more goods!

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An Yan did not expect that after opening the beauty workshop, not only changed the tragic fate of the control group, but also became famous and rich all over the world!

As the man behind the rich woman, a certain professor rolled up his sleeves: What should I cook today?

[Grassroots School Mingyan Internet Celebrity Master vs Academic School Wen Run TCM Professor]

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of the family. He had to care for his grandparents in place of his father, show respect to his uncles, maintain brotherly love...In this life, he only wanted to breat free from these bloodsuckers, find a sugar “daddy”, and by the way, nourish his stomach.*****Song Jiawen felt something was weird. That guy from next door—who had to return to the countryside to study because his father was imprisoned—suddenly switched from literature to science and joined her class, and even moved to the seat behind her. Ostensibly, he did it so she could tutor him in physics and biology, but why did she always feel like he had an ulterior motive?*****Years later, as Jiang Yan watched the soup simmering in the pot while soothing his son in his arms, he glanced back at his wife, who was leisurely watching TV on the sofa with her legs crossed, and thought miserably, this meal ticket he had married into was proving to be quite a struggle!

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?”