The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra - Chapter 7: The Entry Of The Main Cast

The Venerable Xiang Yu, an eccentric villainous half-blood demon King was infamous in both the demon and human realm for being a cold-blooded ruthless devil that could kill with no remorse.Demons and humans feared him, cultivators wanted him as a trophy and the immortals saw him as a thorn in their side.The only reason he didn't get smote by the Heavenly King's searing lightning of divine wrath that could kill all mortals and immortals was because he kept the deadliest demons in check maintaining peace between the two realms.Despite his reputation, he had a small cult following in the human realm. They took him as their deity for his selfless acts of benevolence.Such rare selfless acts led him to rescue the fallen immortal Han Xin. But his benevolence became his downfall. Condemned to death, he faced an impossible choice: serve the Heavenly King or die with no marked grave.Xiang Yu: Hahaha... death isn't so bad after all.Heavenly King: You...Han Xin: Wife, you can't escape even in death. At least when you are alive you have a chance to run.Xiang Yu: QAQ...

27-year-old Hisha, transmigrates into the body of a thousand-year-old overpowered supreme overlord who had everything at his disposal, except one–worthy companions by his side.

Hence, a tournament was held to choose the best out of the most beautiful, unique and strong women across the land.

These women don't follow the rule of coexisting women in a harem, they fight for the right to bed their lord and would stop at nothing but to use every opportunity to seduce, and fight on his behalf just to get his attention and favor.

Hisha never liked such a barbaric method of getting a companion.

'Why choose a few, if you can have them all?'

'If he can't have them all, he would try to work out coexisting the strongest for his pleasure and benefit.'

He realizes his 'Desire System' levels him up with every adoration gotten from his harem. The stronger they get, the higher his level and hold in his world.

As he continues to break his limits with the help of his harem, he finds out there are others that threaten his rule and the balance of his land.

'Let the tournament begin!'

An editor at the prime of her life—and with maybe just a little too much free time—finds herself waking up in one of her favorite RPGs with no clue as to what's going on or how to get back home.This might be the part where others rejoice over getting whisked away to a world of wizards and magic, but she certainly doesn't think it's anything to celebrate about.After all, she woke up in the body of a small-time villain with some severe personality issues.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”