You Are My Starlight - Chapter 8

Luke was reading a novel and after reading it, he fell asleep.When he woke up he was not in his bed.He was somewhere else.This was a world full of magic.He finds himself transmigrated into the novel he was reading.He was in the body of the Skywing Wolf, a powerful commander-level demon attacking Silvercrest City.Luke didn't mind being human or demon.Being a demon might even be better; after all, demons were powerful in this world.But becoming the Skywing Wolf who had already invaded Silvercrest City? That was not good.The Skywing Wolf was a villain in the novel, who was going to die at the hands of the protagonist.He had one year time to get stronger, otherwise he will die at the hands of the protagonist.He was losing hope.That's when the system arrived.[Ding! Perfect host detected.][Do you want to accept binding?]“Yes, accept!” Luke stood up, excited.The heavens hadn't forgotten him after all.[System binding…][Binding successful!][Congratulations, host! You have obtained the Pregnancy System.][Impregnate Women, Have Children, obtain rewards and create the strongest Family]“Forming bonds and nurturing the next generation to become stronger—who wouldn't like that?” he thought with a smile.Especially in a magical world; if you work hard enough, building the strongest empire is within reach.[You have a newbie gift pack. Do you want to open it?]“Open it,” Luke said without hesitation.[Opening newbie gift pack…][Congratulations! You have obtained a Transformation Pill and a double purity blessing for all attributes.]Note: This novel doesnot contain NTR, YURI scenes. The MC goal is to create the strongest family.

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?”

Gojo Satoru always knew he could travel back in time whenever his life was in danger. After surviving betrayal, the battle at the Prison Realm, and his fight with Sukuna, he realized he needed a fresh start. When he opened his eyes, he was sixteen again—his first day at Jujutsu High. Nothing had happened yet. This was his chance to change everything.But something was wrong. Geto Suguru was missing.Gojo searched all of Tokyo but found no trace of him. Then, a year later, during a mission near Shinjuku Station, he spotted a familiar face—a boy with a bun and strange bangs.Gojo’s heart raced.Geto Suguru: “Who are you?”

Officer, if I told you this just was a “Healing-type Game,” would you believe me?