Die. Respawn. Repeat. - Chapter 182: Book 3: Soul Surgery

The real hardcore player, who chose the most difficult start in “Reality Online”, still has to shock others with his god-level operation.

Xie Lanyin has a beautiful face with white skin so relying on her face to live is no problem. Furthermore, the prince that she marries is a phonophilia (someone who loves voices/sounds).

A handsome man saving a beauty, he lets her sing songs to repay him.

Getting angry and yelling at him, he’s intoxicated.

At night when he wants to sleep, her words are hypnotising.

When he doesn’t want to sleep, her words become the best ……

Qin Wang: You think too much, the thing I like best is you as a person.

This is a story of a prince spoiling his wife, until even when he becomes a king, he’s willing to bend back so far that he could even break his waist – it’s that kind of story.

- Description from Novelupdates

After his village was destroyed by an E-Ranked demon horde, Augustus was titled the failed lord and mocked by other noble lords.Until, he died.Augustus regressed with the knowledge of the future and his SSS-Ranked skill “Talent Evolution,” fighting to change the D-Ranked village of Iona into an S-Ranked Empire.Need resources? His villager's 10x Resource Multiplier Talent was evolved into 100x! Enemies coming? His champion's Two-Hit Critical Attack was evolved into a One-Hit Critical Attack! Gods? He reared a couple in his courtyard.While other lords slept on their villagers’ talents, Augustus’s villagers transcended gods. While they mocked him for picking a dead village, he would transform it into an oasis.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”