Kyoukai Senjou no Horizon – Kimitoasamade - Volume 3A, Chapter 1: Noisy Girls by the Window

The ‘meddlesome’ high school student Mamori Suzufumi helps a starving neighbor who had collapsed in the apartment next door by some chance.That person turned out to be the popular high school idol, Sasaki Yuzuki!Yuzuki had been on an excessive diet to maintain her ideal idol image.But when the worried Suzufumi serves her homemade cooking, she eats it with a face full of happiness while screaming,「——Aaaaaah… I can’t take it anymore!」With a face full of happiness, she finished her meal.Falling in love with her hearty appetite, Suzufumi decides to tempt Yuzuki with her favorite foods to make her fall for him through ‘food seduction.’Pork bowl, ramen, okonomiyaki——「I definitely won’t eat it!」That’s what Yuzuki says, but once again, she finds herself craving Suzufumi’s cooking today──

What if your own father and his mistress were behind your mother’s death? What if you were about to be sold off to a scumbag?

What would you do? In the nick of time, a tall, rich, & handsome guy descended from the sky and came to her rescue with a piece of contract.

Xin Qing glowered at the man before her. At first, she had thought of him as her Prince Charming, in the end, he turned out to be an evil demon.

“You’re not allowed to go. You can only marry me!” the man said viciously to the woman who was about to leave.

Xin Qing sneered. “Isn’t the ancestral behest the only reason you’re keeping me around? I’m just your tool.”

He said, “Who told you that?”, his eyes filled with profound emotion.

“You’re the mother of my child!”

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.