Book Transmigration: I Wanted to Keep a Low Profile, but Everyone Noticed Me! - Chapter 402 - : Judgement

After sacrificing his life to save another’s, 24-year-old Ryan Ray is pulled from his mundane world and dumped into a realm teetering on the brink of all out war.Tasked by a cryptic, angelic ‘spirit’, he’s given one job: protect a fragile world from a mysterious prophecy. But thanks to the spirit’s charmingly incompetent assistant, Ryan is dropped into the wrong world, a much, much more dangerous one.Will he rise to the challenge and become the hero this plant needs?Probably not. He’s just a human, after all.

In the distant Eldrathis Galaxy, a vast and uncharted frontier teeming with ancient ruins and deadly secrets, humanity is a small fish in an ocean of monsters. But that doesn’t stop treasure hunters like Clara Dravenmoor, a brilliant and reckless archaeologist, and the Safira's crew, from chasing lost relics buried in the void.Her latest mission? Recovering a priceless artifact from the ruins of Zhaaros, a hostile planet plagued by nomadic warlords and nightmarish creatures. But what she finds isn’t just a relic.It’s him.A pale, otherworldly man, locked away for centuries in a high-tech sarcophagus, covered in mystical markings and dripping with an aura of power that defies reality.He looks confused. No memories. No idea why he was trapped there.But he doesn't look angry.He looks eager.Excited to follow Clara in the Safira through the vast and magnificent galaxy.

[Signed for physical publication. The release date will be announced in due course.]On the day of her blind date with Connor Quinn, Moira Sloan had her long legs crossed, the bell on her fair, slender ankle chimed crisply, and the tip of her foot grazed his calf, as if by accident.“Boss Quinn, want to get married?”Connor Quinn's features were stern and rigid; he remained silent.Just when both Moira Sloan and the matchmaker thought Connor Quinn would refuse, he responded in a cold, hard voice, “Yes.”Male Lead: Tattoo Artist & Female Lead: Lacquerware Intangible Cultural Heritage Inheritor1v1, both leads are virgins.Male Lead: Appears serious, but is actually mischievous.Female Lead: Appears flirtatious, but is actually serious.PS: This is not your typical CEO romance. Features secret identities. Reader discretion is advised.

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!