The Villainess Is Shy In Receiving Affection - Chapter 170

The eternal struggle between good and evil, Qin Shuang steps onto the path of cultivating, meeting various heroic individuals on her way to immortality, experiencing various events on her journey.

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After suddenly dying from work exhaustion in the modern world, a young man named Clayton wakes up in someone else’s body in a foreign world styled like medieval Europe. Without knowing how or why he ended up there, Clayton slowly realizes he now inhabits the body of a teenager who has just survived a deadly illness—and lost his beloved father.But his new awakening isn’t met with hope; instead, it brings pressure and intrigue. The people around him—from city officials to seemingly kind neighbors—all share one goal: to seize the valuable house his father left behind. One by one, their masks of kindness slip away, revealing the harsh reality of this new world.With a weak body, a nearly dead farm, and a loyal, skinny dog, Clayton must fight to survive. He not only has to delve into the memories of his body’s former owner but also navigate a world filled with manipulation, magical creatures, and social injustice.This world isn’t just an escape from work stress—it’s a battlefield for his soul and pride.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.