Legend of Legends - Chapter 25: Victory 2

Lin Lan woke up and transmigrated into a shrewish wife who drank pesticides. The original owner ruined her husband’s promising future, and all five of her children became villains in the end.

Her in-laws are biased. The uncles and aunts are insatiable. She has five bear children and a cold-faced husband to take care of. . .

Lin Lan: Trying to take my money? We’ve already separated. I’ll take it back!

My husband dares to run wild? I’ll teach him to be a new man!

It’s difficult to discipline wild children? That is due to the lack of love! Shower them with love!

What’s the matter with that cold-faced man?

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After dying as a college student, Kain wakes up in a magical world where people form bonds with spiritual creatures to fight alongside them. Determined to rise to the top, he relies on a System and loyal companions.Everything seems to align with his ambitions—except the spiritual creatures he can contract seem to be remarkably…strange

Why build a harem……when you can steal everyone else’s?Rejected without confessing. Friendzoned before even speaking.Too bad for them—he’s done being average.Armed with a system that thrives on charisma (even if his starts at rock bottom), sharp tongue, and unmatched game sense, Eiden isn’t here to play nice. He’s not the hero, not the villain—he’s the damn glitch in the story.The protagonist ?? He’ll outwit them.The arrogant beauties? He’ll make them kneel.The childhood sweethearts, the princesses, the cold beauties?They’ll come to him. Willingly.This isn’t your story. It’s his conquest.And no harem is safe.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.