I Wasn't Born Lucky - Chapter 215

Boxing is power!Making a fist means holding power!A powerful punch is power!Nott Rod, who traveled through the Great Pirate Era, deeply agrees with this.Facing the endless monsters on this sea, only his fists can bring him a sense of security.Fortunately, he has two golden fingers after traveling through time:1. [Knights do not die with bare hands]2. [What doesn’t kill me will make me stronger]With two golden fingers in hand, he decided to achieve the greatest power with the biggest fist!Fists rule the world!Power rules the world!

Lucian Bowcott only wanted a quiet life. He met up with old friends, made a wish, and died after one drink.Now, he awakens inside a coffin—summoned by the Half-Dead Queen of Atraeum and surrounded by restless souls.Armed with the Death Grimoire, Lucian must embalm corpses, repair brittle bones, and help the dead find peace… before something ancient finds him.As his powers grow, so do the whispers in the dark. If he wants to survive, Lucian must unravel the Queen’s grief, discover why a mortician hasn’t been summoned in over a century, and confront the entities haunting his every step.A/N: It doesn't deal with dungeons, Lucian's system is a magical book, and he slowly unlocks powers to help him with his next assignment. He travels to different places around Atraeum, and in the future, another kingdom.This is a character-driven gothic isekai about an introvert learning that sometimes, peace is more than just embalming a body and preparing it for a funeral. He's more of an undead therapist now

“Born of Dragons, yet cursed by the Abyss—a king of two dooms.”----Ryuk Knull was nothing—just another powerless human in a world ruled by Titans, Vampires, and Fallen Angels. Until the Knulls came and took the only family he had left.On the brink of death, he awakened the Draconic Pets Evolution System—a power that doesn’t just tame beasts but binds them to his very soul. With it, mere monsters become apex predators.And Ryuk? He is their master.But power alone is not enough.He is a fusion of the most hated and the most divine—A being that should not exist.The abyss whispers. The dragons call. And when he rises—none will be spared.This is the Tale of the Abyssbourne Draconis!

For the wine to be drunk on her wedding night to actually have been a cup of poison and for the one to poison her to be her husband, who would believe it?