Sansheng, Wangchuan Wu Shang - Chapter 11 - It’s embarrassing to wheedle, Sansheng

When Shen Xinghui, an ordinary young man, is suddenly transported to a fantastical world, he finds himself surrounded by incredible beings like Beast Man, Dragon Man, and even Demons.Struggling to adapt in a place where the rules of life, magic, and even biology are wildly different, Shen Xinghui must rely on the guidance of Ignatius, a noble Dragon Man.As Shen Xinghui learns about this world’s diverse cultures, powerful magic, and the ever-present mystery of how he arrived, he discovers that he’s not the first outsider to find himself here—and perhaps not the last.With no clear way back home, Shen Xinghui embarks on a journey to the capital of the Cindralith Kingdom, determined to carve out a place for himself in this strange yet wondrous land. Along the way, he uncovers secrets about the world—and himself—that will change his destiny forever.

Lu Xingzhi's eighteenth birthday gift was a handsome and wealthy fiancé.From then on, she bid farewell to her life as a lonely orphan and transformed directly into a glamorous, wealthy beauty, stepping onto the pinnacle of life.She began a life of slapping down jerks, basking in the happiness of being cherished.“Uncle, do you like me?”Huo Jincheng: “I thought I made it clear enough.”Lu Xingzhi: “...”Seems like it's quite obvious.“Zhi Zhi, I'll give you everything you want, but you can't leave me.”Lu Xingzhi nodded vigorously. Her Uncle was rich and handsome, good to her, and she'd have to be crazy to leave him.She, the genius piano girl, dazzled on the international stage in the brightest light.He was the business emperor who could stir clouds and rain, giving all his tenderness to her.[Sweet Pampering]

God: I shall bestow the Saintess upon you.
Pope: W- wait a moment! This is a boy!
God: That is the Saintess.
Pope: ??????

And just like that, the Saintess was raised by the church for fifteen years without any questions asked…

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Ernest Quelt, the alchemist renowned for his unparalleled mastery of alchemy, has perished.But his death wasn't a noble sacrifice in battle, nor the result of a failed expedition—it was a betrayal. The very comrades he trusted most turned on him, driven by envy of his growing power.Yet fate wasn’t entirely cruel. With his final breath, Ernest's gaze fell upon the tube that contained his greatest achievement: a perfect artificial being known as the Homunculus.More than just a vessel resembling a human, this creation harbored the power of a catastrophic beast—one that had once nearly brought the world to ruin.