Don't Mess with That Dragon - Chapter 13 - 12: The Secret of the Lake Bottom

Chu Sihan, the county magistrate of Xuan Yue Country, is an exceptionally handsome prodigy who had risen to fame since he was a child. However, the National Preceptor prophesies that he would not live to the age of thirty, unless he marries the Lu Family’s daughter from Liu Yue Village.

“I can’t accept this! I can’t! Even as a ghost, I’m going to spend eternity cursing that your relationship will shatter like glass! Break apart like a pair of mandarin ducks that fly away from each other!” With such a persisting obsession, it would be difficult for the vengeful departed spirit to move on.

After transmigrating to a parallel modern city, Zhang Yang became an international student overseas.At the same time, he awakened the Kaitō Kid System Template!His very first warning letter boldly pointed at the British Museum, targeting a lost Dragon Nation treasure!Meanwhile, the British authorities officially announced a full livestream of Kaitō Kid’s capture attempt!And so, under the watchful eyes of the entire world, a one-man show began—A dazzling performance that belonged to Zhang Yang.That belonged to the Silver-Winged Magician, Kaitō Kid!

William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm.Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence----------------------------Hear ye, my loyal readers… From this day onward, updates shall be limited to three chapters per day—no more!Alas, my quill grows weary, and my stockpile of chapters runs thin. The weight of silence presses upon this tale, and my passion falters…I ask but a simple boon—Golden Tickets and a flood of reviews! Shall this humble plea go unanswered?.