Almighty Video Game Designer - Chapter 1015

A goddess of another world who called herself Goddess Liliel gave a unique skill [Creation Magic] to the nameless protagonist who is going to be reincarnated into another world.

Although she had knowledge of Japan in her previous life, she couldn’t remember the specifics—-the girl who decided to call herself Chise, invented the [Seed of Magic] in order to increase her mana, and continued creating them with her increased mana.

The girl who obtained massive amounts of mana stopped aging, and eventually obtained perpetual youth.

The forever young loli cheat creation witch Chise brought her companion Tet, her golem daughter who can’t grow old, to become an adventurer, and traveled around various places in a different world with the safe land as a base that she personally created.

Zhou Yu, a reclusive otaku, who did not like to go out of his house, was one day forced out of his house by a series of unexpected events.

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With a sound of “Boom”, a lotus fell from the sky and leveled a mountain.
Is it time travel? Is it crossing robbery? Or was Gongdou in the sky kicked down from the heaven by some fairy concubine? who knows?
Is it a fool? Is it a cannon girl? Or a magic stick? who can guess?
The imperial court set up the Ninth Gate and Eight Heavenly Dragon Guards in Da Nei to investigate supernatural events and difficult cases in various places.
Lin Tingjun, the god of Babu, came to investigate the matter of the fire falling from the sky.
However, Lian Youyou, a hot-mouthed girl, was stuck to her, her dead skin and rotten face was so sticky.
The white-haired wolf demon on the mountain, the noble son who turned into a butterfly disappeared, and the palace ladies who disappeared mysteriously…
A series of supernatural cases may seem like monsters acting as monsters, but they are actually humans acting as monsters.
The difficult and miscellaneous cases are definitely caused by people, and they are caused by demons and ghosts.
Is it someone playing tricks? Or a ghost? Is it a monster? Or be a monster? who cares?
Just as long as the people who eat melons express excitement!
After checking, why did Lin Tingjun and the other eight gods have their own goals and stories? Then who is she, Lian Youyou?
The ancient dimensional monsters are ready to move again, eyeing the earth!
Divine matters, demonic matters, monster matters, and human affairs are not as important as Lian Youyou’s protecting the earth!

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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?”