Of Arms and Arcane - Chapter 133

It always starts with an accident.That’s how all these stories go. One moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you wake up in someone else’s body. For Caspian, his accident started earlier than he even knew.Maybe it began when his sister got him into romance novels? Or when he started really sympathizing with the villains at the ends of books? He’d never know. It was too late to worry about it now.For now, he had to find a way to fix this nightmare, or rehabilitate his image, all while trying to free himself from the fate set out for him. All because of the damn “gods” who he'd cut a deal with.These were the only two options he had available, and he wasn’t sure he could succeed at either. The man he had taken over for had been…a true piece of work. And the secret villain of the book he had been reading before he passed.It had been a harem novel. A reverse harem novel.He was trapped in a huge ass CASTLE with a bunch of men who hated him because he was taking affection and time away from their shared wife. All Cass wanted to do was be a good person, not mess around with this poor woman and her far too handsome husbands.But why would no one leave him alone? Was he too suspicious? And why, after going out of his way to avoid them like they had asked, did they keep pestering him?And where did the heroine go?How was he going to manage three, handsome men without the heroine?

Betrayed by his closest friend.Abandoned by his own family.Tossed into a death labyrinth, waiting for a second, crueler death.Aaron should have died —but fate had other plans.At the bottom of despair, he stumbled upon a sealed SSS-rank Dragon God, chained and forgotten by the world.In exchange for freedom, the Dragon offered him a contract and a new name,Three years of pain.Three years of torture.Three years of absorbing the ancient mana buried under the labyrinth.When Aaron rose again, he was no longer human.He was a Legendary Dragon — the first of his kind, carrying a power the world was never meant to see.Wielding the Beast Sovereign Ultimate Skill, Aaron can tame mythical beasts, spirits, and even monsters birthed from nightmares—and share their powers as his own.The fallen will rise.The abandoned races will follow.And his wives will fight beside him.This time, Aaron will not be a pawn.He will command.He will conquer.He will become a God.Additional tags:No Incest, No Rape,, Harem, No Loli, Succubus, Elf, Angel, Vampire, Cat girls, Dragon Girls, Fox Girls, Monster Girls, Slaves, Princess, Yandere, Righteous Characters, Primordial War, Peak Lore, Gods, Churches, Mana, Transmigration, Devil, Demon, Death, Evolution. Can't think of more clickbaits.

Li Che had transmigrated and, after living nineteen ordinary years, he opted to accept his fate, marrying and having children, striving to support his family.But the moment his daughter was born....Through his daughter, he rose in status, and his life was no longer ordinary....With his daughter’s safe birth, you gained a Dao Fruit, “Immortal Artisan”.When his daughter turned one, safe and sound, you gained the Dao Fruit “Dragon Elephant Vajra”.At his daughter's age of two, free from illness and disaster, he gained a Dao Fruit, “Pure Heart”.By the time his daughter was three, lively and clever, he gained a Dao Fruit, “Chess Saint”.His daughter was four, five, six years old.......Li Che discovered that with each passing year of his daughter’s age, he could condense a Dao Fruit to enhance himself.From then on, Li Che harbored a simple and unpretentious wish.A Dao Fruit a year, quietly safeguarding longevity.As a father, he only wished...Starting from the warmth of his wife and child by the hearth, to peacefully protect his daughter's immortality.Silently condensing countless Dao Fruits.Henceforth cultivating his spirit, invincible between heaven and earth.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.