Forsaken By The Gods, I Made A Contract With the Demon King - Chapter 134: Soldier Treant (1)

The MC entered the body of the An family eldest son, An Ziran, an arrogant 16 years old boy who weighed 78 kg (~171-172 lbs), who only knew how to eat, play and sleep. Seeing his current body, An Ziran decided his first priority was to LOSE WEIGHT!

Three days later after he became An Ziran, An Ziran’s father and his biological mother died, which meant as the eldest son he had to take over the family business.

Beside his legitimate first wife, An Ziran’s father also married 3 others women, who all wanted to take over the An family fortune but only the eldest son could be able to touch it, therefore they have to depend on An Ziran in order to live a comfortable live.

An Ziran’s father also had an older brother who is always planning to steal the An family fortune. The elder brother of An Ziran’s father and the woman he married had powerful connections. In order to save the An family fortune, An Ziran has to find a golden thigh to cling on. The butler told An Ziran that there is an engagement between the An family and an influential family. Therefore he takes his sister to that family house to make a connection.

However, during their journey, An Ziran’s younger sister overheard that the son of that family is UGLY, so as a beautiful and spoiled young lady coming from a rich household, she didn’t want to marry him and decided to run away. Without any other choice, An Ziran had to take his sister’s​ place and marry that man, who told him that he would let him go soon, but lied.

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He was supposed to transmigrate to a magic world, but due to an accident, he ended up trapped in a massive library. The system assigned him a task: for every book he read, he would be rewarded with mana stones, until he finished reading all the books. A trillion years later, Daniel finally finished the last book! [Ding, detecting that the host has finished the final book. Calculating system rewards.] [Ding, reward calculation complete. Dispatching rewards. The total number of mana stones the host has accumulated: 99999999...9999.] “Damn, am I that rich now?” [Ding, detecting that the host has completed the task. Loading world...] ... Goddess of Fate: “Daniel, my divine realm needs expansion. Could you sponsor me with some mana stones?” God of Storm: “Daniel, the divine punishment is about to descend. Could you lend me some power to help me get through it?”

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