The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard - Chapter 1512: Choice, One Chance!

Noir, third son of a “beggar noble,” lost his job and was at a loss, but fortune struck just as he was contemplating becoming an adventurer.

Upon transmigrating, she immediately faces a disastrous flood, and then has to deal with a marriage swap to an old man who is both slovenly and hunchbacked?Someone: My wife, truly majestic and dominant!PS: This story includes a space with a bit of fantasy, and there's only the heroine who is reborn through transmigration.

The scum’s or villain’s long road of transformation was tentatively set to the world:
The abandonment of the educated youth’s wife (Completed)
The hidden marriage of the scum film emperor (Completed)
The best brother in the world (Completed)
The Phoenix male who destroy the bridge after crossing the river (Completed)
The treasonous general (Completed)
I’m an honest man (Completed)
To become the top scorer in the School of Agriculture (Completed)
The soft rice man’s self-cultivation (Completed)
The whole world is reborn (Completed)
I want to survive on a desert island (Completed)
The stallion male who has seized the opportunity (Completed)
The perverted self-salvation (Completed)
The spring of the loafer (Completed)
The misplaced life (Completed)
The miser career (Completed)
The ghost is out of feeling (Completed)
The Queen’s favorite husband (Completed)
The vicious girl with her godfather (Completed)
I want to be a good person (Completed)
I does not tear up the family (Completed)
The perverted common plant (Completed)
The Mary Sue’s men (Completed)
Every time I was reborn, someone wants to kill me (Completed)
The old people’s counterattack path (Completed)
The global evolution (Completed)
When I became a net red (Completed)
For you, good person (Completed)
His heart had white moonlight (Completed)

- Description from Novelupdates

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”