Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys - Chapter 117 - 110: Promotion and Undercurrents

Aiden Cross, A boy who was smarter than a kid his age. Born on the seemingly normal planet Earth. who finds his life very boring.100 years ago, World War III happened for unknown reasons. Resulting in 25% of the world population perished in this war.What was the reason for all the nation to fight for?Would he uncover the secret of the war? Or will he become a pawn of the powerful organizations?But one day Aiden’s life turned upside down in an accident. Aiden lost his mother, and Aiden himself was on the verge of dying. Then he awakened the system.[Ding][Compatible host detected][Initializing the Cosmic System][Connecting the cosmic system to the host's soul][Connection Completed]A system promises to make him stronger and help him revive his mother back to life. And inform him about the awakening of his world, which is no less than the apocalypse. With the help of the system, Aiden awakens Limit Grade Talent, but his talent is not complete and has a fatal side effect.[Talent: Celestial (unknown)] (incomplete)Aiden has to copy many talents to complete his talent. And travel to many different worlds.As he meets different races, a naive elven princess, prideful and lustful dragons, bored vampires, and a horny angel who offers herself to him“I offer you my body and soul; please accept me.” An angel with a flushed red face said

Shan He wakes up and realizes that he has become a gin in the world of Conan!
Use this identity to tease Conan and deceive the BOSS.
Start his wicked life!

Content Labels: Original Towards Young Man Inspirational Life Rebirth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shan Heqing (gin) ┃ Supporting roles: Edogawa Conan, Maurilan, Belmod, Vodka, Kudo Yusaku ┃ Others: Conan, bad taste, gin, sweet

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When Zen was just five, his kingdom fell in flames. His people vanished into dust. His parents - his world - were taken by death. Left behind with nothing but silence, the young prince was forgotten by history. But his story… was only just beginning.He walks alone at first. Weak. Broken. Powerless.But the fire in his heart never died.He seeks strength enough to tear through the heavens, enough to break the chains of fate itself. Not just to see the faces of his lost parents once more… but to take revenge on the ones who destroyed everything.But can strength truly reach beyond death?… or will it only turn him into something worse?This is not just the story of a fallen prince.This is the legend of The One Who Walks Beyond the End.

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?”