The Goddess Made A Mistake Again - Chapter 10 - - M.O.

What? He’s transmigrated into an apocalyptic novel?

What? He transmigrated into a white lotus?

What? The white lotus killed the main character shou (bottom, uke) and even proudly became a mistress?

Oh, luckily the white lotus in the apocalypse has a thick thigh to hold on to (someone to rely on).

What? This was actually an apocalyptic rebirth revenge story?

What? The thick thigh was actually a really big cannon fodder?

Therefore, this is the dramatic story of a man who transformed into a white lotus struggling to survive in an apocalyptic rebirth revenge novel, trying to avoid the reborn pig’s foot (the original main character), and trying his best to get away from the cannon fodder gong (top, seme).

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After 2000 years has passed, the ruthless demon lord has just been reincarnated! But his aptitude at an academy for nurturing candidates for demon lords is, “Inept”!?

Left disfigured after an unfortunate accident, Shen Lang, a doctor, has become so ugly that no one dares to look at him. This makes him decide to become a noble spirit instead and save lives along war-torn borders. He lives a lonely life, remaining single until a bomb takes his life.

At that fateful moment, he swears that if he can live again and get his handsome face back, he would use his charm to flirt with the most beautiful woman and live an extremely relaxed life.

He transmigrates to another world and in this life, he has the body of an absolutely handsome man. However, the said owner of this body is a live-in son-in-law, one who was chased out for being a useless moron, of a wealthy merchant.

In order to fulfill his goal of living an extremely relaxed life, Shen Lang finds his way to become the new son-in-law of the ‘Goddess’ of the much more influential Palace of the Earl. Yet the only way he can truly live a relaxed and enjoyable life is to eradicate all his enemies, and all those who seek to bring the Palace of the Earl down!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.