My Mom’s Second Marriage Gifted Me Seven Brothers - Chapter 103 - I Have No Inspiration!

To sum up in a sentence, *slag men **washing white daily, transmigrating to different worlds to wash white, and the goal is to become a good man!

Note:
*Slag men refer to men who play with women’s hearts aka scum.
**Washing white means to come clean, fix up your life.

- Description from Novelupdates

A decision can destroy the sun, moon and stars. A finger can kill the Heavenly Overlord. While chatting, the Heaven and ten worlds can be annihilated.

A poor little kid walks out from a remote mountain area while holding the Nine Dragons and the Incredible Cauldron. With a control over the time and space eternally, he embarks on the Path to God where he defies the odds of the boundless universe gaudily by fighting against royalty and clashing with the legendary generation.

Yuan Luoyi felt like she was a little hamster in a pit of snakes, with her family full of crazy villains, yet as the fake heiress she still focused on slacking off.

Dad was an arms dealer, Mom an ace assassin.

Eldest brother, business world’s killing god, with proxy syndrome.

Second brother, cold-blooded lawyer, zero moral sense.

Third brother, addicted to killing, born with antisocial personality.

Fourth brother, evil celebrity, who trained fans into believers.

Fifth brother, genius scholar, loves those pure white bones.

Yuan Luoyi didn’t know that because of her birth, the world gained five more brothers, not five more lunatics.

Those greedy villains also didn’t know, the one they wanted to kill was not an ordinary girl, but the most beloved little sister of five crazy bastard brothers.

The female lead has 99 lifetimes of memories, a system, harem darling + suspense, happy ending.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.