The Legitimate Daughter Doesn’t Care! - Chapter 363

A stupid father with good luck, a kick-ass and protective mother, and a dandy younger brother all want a principal husband.

Her engagement has been broken off three times yet she does not panic.

Beautiful and magnificent clothes, golden beams in their house.

She has money, she has power, why would she need a husband?

This is a story about a garish woman who has had her engagement broken off three times and a hypocrite of a man. This novel is lighthearted, over the top and sweet and satisfying. Dear guests, please enter if you’re interested.

- Description from Novelupdates

A young man woke up to a world of magic and endless possibilities.He was transmigrated.Great!Only that he now had three huge problems.One, he had no memories of his past.Two, he was a villain destined to die no matter the outcome.And three, the heroines were all kinda... should he say, obsessed?Yeah, he was fucked.[Note]No Yuri.Conflicting emotions of MC due to loss of memory for the first part.Huge plot twist, so don't fall for whatever you see.NTR? Not.But probably netori.Beta MC? Big No.Harem? Yes! Don't ask me how but I'll make it possible.

Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines:one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire.And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory.I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history.I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale..........................Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.