The Artist Who Paints Dungeon - Chapter 330

Mistaken by the system, Xiao Jinsheng, who transmigrated into an apocalyptic book world, becomes a malicious supporting female character who has competed with the protagonist since childhood.As compensation, the system promises to assign Xiao Jinsheng five handsome and mighty bodyguards.A mysterious and stunning snake-man with long violet hair, a proud and sharp-tongued cat-eared youth, a charismatic black panther youth brimming with raw energy, a gentle and thoughtful sheep-man 'mommy,' and an elegant, noble Dragon Sparrow Beast Husband ready to fly her to victory.With just one glance, Xiao Jinsheng recognizes these men as her long-lost husbands.The system tempts her: punch the first button and get five gorgeous husbands, letting you revel in a life of love and luxury.“11111!” Xiao Jinsheng frantically presses her fingers onto her 'husband’s' abs on the poster.But who would have guessed that even systems lie these days?Where are the promised gorgeous and devoted husbands? What she receives instead are five executioners!The enigmatic snake husband suffers abuse and is sold off to the black market; after escaping, he only lives to kill her.The cat-eared youth files for divorce daily, the dashing black panther youth terrifies her with bloody threats, the noble Dragon Sparrow avoids her like the plague, and even the seemingly gentle sheep-man 'mommy' turns out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.Xiao Jinsheng treads on thin ice, relying on the world’s mechanism where a Beast Husband must follow his wife in death to ensure these murderous husbands can’t harm her.She works hard to strengthen herself. Meanwhile, on the other side of the Mist Continent, a Demon Lord is deeply devoted to her, the King of the Deep Sea Mermaids falls for her at first sight, and even the Silver Dragon of Cloud Island stubbornly camps in front of her door.The five Beast Husbands, who were initially clamoring for divorce, drop to their knees with a slippery slide, now refusing to separate even in death.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“What? What are you talking about?”This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]The boy’s face hardened.Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.“Um, are you really Mashin?”The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.

The sky was painted gray forever. The light of the sun was restrained. The darkness of the night was deeper than ever. At such a time, he belonged to a class people didn’t even recognize as ’human’. He was at the bottom of the social stratum, a slave. And when his only family was taken away from him... he no longer had a purpose in life. Yet, he clung to life because of his promise. And he set an impossible goal for himself, just so he’d have an excuse to live. When he finally reached a place he never expected to be, in pursuit of a purpose he expected to fail and die miserably trying to fulfill... he awoke to a night that would change his entire life. He was an insignificant fly, a mere speck in the destruction of the Empire. But he... survived. And, despite being a slave, he gained the blessing of a king. Or rather, the curse...

He hated everything I was, but I searched for affection in every cruel glance he gave me.“There were so many things I wanted to say to you, but even writing them feels impossible. Because I know that if I were to put down the words I keep in my heart, you'd only say it's natural, after all, I’m just a stupid, self-centered person, like you often said.But I'm not. And that’s why I won’t bare my heart to someone who never truly knew me. Because... you wouldn’t trust the sincerity of a stranger. Right?But I did.You were the stranger whose sincerity I believed in.So I’m stepping away from being the person who embodies everything you hate—because I hate those things too.Maybe in another life, I’ll get to tell you who I really am.”