The Artist Who Paints Dungeon - Chapter 166

Brutality is my style of conduct! If you can't accept that, I'm ready to fight—that's who I am!Don't mess with me, otherwise, I won't mind teaching you the meaning of “The Return of the King”!!!

The anticipated engagement party turns into a broken engagement announcement and a notice of expulsion from the house.In one day, Anna lost everything.She accidentally activated a space and took the business’ supplies for revenge.But who would have thought that natural disasters will come?The world is changing and resources become scarce.So, the style of painting changed.When other people are scrambling to find something to eat, Anna was still cooking at home.When other people are fighting for food, Anna was lying on her bed while snacking her favorite chips.When other people are working hard to get some water, Anna was lying on her bathtub comfortably.The relatives came to the door for help.Anna only looked at them coldly and spat out, “Scram!”Her ex fiancé also came, asking for reconciliation and love.Her new man kicked him out of the door and slammed it shut. He then looked at Anna with a pitiful look. “Wife, do you not want me anymore? I'm easy to raise.”Anna looked at the puppy like man and pulled him closer with a smile on her face.It was only later she realized that the puppy is actually a big bad wolf...But the goods couldn’t be returned!

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.

My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.Truth is? I don’t even like this world.I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.They think I’m a failure.Maybe I am.But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.