The Maknae Has to Be an Idol - Chapter 225

You were taken to another world by a ghost ship.

You are uneasy.

There are ravings in your ears, accompanied by weird bgm, you sing and dance rap in pain.

You pick up a magic lamp, and after making a wish, it says it’s just a lamp.

You are impoverished, and you swear by your personality that you made a deal with the devil, and in the end the devil was sold by you.

You are walking on the road, and you meet a down-and-out princess who is begging for a child with a lot of money, and you yell “Mom~” in the street out of the principle of helping others

In the middle of the night, you flipped through the pages of “Ten Thousand and One Nights” in your hand, and your excitement became stronger and stronger…

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In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts. However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew. Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack. There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree. “Let the war begin.”

Lin Wanwan slips a jade bracelet onto her wrist—and steps between two worlds.Side A: neon lights, 5G, instant ramen, MRI machines—an age of abundance where food is fast and friendships sometimes slow.Side B: Tang-dynasty sunshine, cracked earth, locust clouds, emperors who ask villagers to skip meals so soldiers can march. A “golden age” that growls with hunger.Lin has no grand plan—only a wish:let the little bean who waits for her at the gate eat his fill,let the gray-haired elders who calls her “treasure” sleep without fear of famine.Lin Wanwan wants to bring small changes to the world she loves, so the family she cherishes can live a little better, then a little better still—because“I has finally found the place that calls my home.”

Xiang Xiaoyuan transmigrated to a book with a male lead, becoming the male lead’s stepmother.

However, being seventeen and in the middle of his adolescent phase, the male lead virtually ignored his stepmother, and while his father was thirty-nine and a gorgeous man carrying maturity and elegance, he was enigmatic, with no one capable of knowing what he’s thinking.

Xiang Xiaoyuan: The first rule of transmigration, value your life and stay away from the male lead! Being self-conscious, Xiang Xiaoyuan decided to focus on making money, and her business was booming… but before her hopes to get rich were fulfilled, she somehow dealt with her husband and stepson?

The male lead said gingerly, “I won’t think of you as my real mother, but don’t worry—I’ll be a good son and you won’t live out your final years tragically.

Xiang Xiaoyuan: “…Thanks.”

Some other day, her husband stood at the doorway, stopping her and growling, “I heard about something you mentioned outside, that men only care more when they’re older? So? Are you complaining that I’m old now?”

Xiang Xiaoyuan said, “…Wait, listen to me!”

Lu Wanggui was a cold person, which led to her ex-wife divorcing him, and he was not particularly close to his son. Later, to give his son a ‘home’ and to avoid his parent’s ramblings, he married another wife—a docile, dutiful wife.

But unbeknownst to him, that docile, dutiful wife had changed, and she even had the guts to scold him now. Pursing his lips in displeasure, Lu Wanggui was about to remind her of their prenuptial agreement when his son suddenly popped up to defend her!

Lu Wanggui: “???”

What’s going on? Weren’t things cold between these two?

The son: “Ahem. Father, Stepmother… isn’t that bad.”