The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God - Chapter 177 End of Competition

“He is the entertainment king who is in charge of everything. Been single for years, he had zero scandal. One day, a woman and a girl turned his life upside down.

The little cutie held him tight, not letting go. “”Handsome uncle, you look very much like the daddy I have lost for many years!”” Huo Yunshen felt depressed. “Me? Daddy?!”

The little cutie proudly pulled her mommy over, “”Mommy, I have found a long-term meal ticket for you, handsome and gullible.””

Xu Xiyan smiled at the elegant man.

Recalling the accident five years ago, his face sank. “”How dare you steal my DNA?””

She laughed. “”Not steal, just borrow!”” The man took her in his arms and warned in a dangerous tone, “”Woman, should I get what’s mine back, with interest?””

She stood on her toes. “”Yeah, how about another baby?”””

- Description from Novelupdates

In the King’s game, the [King]’s order is absolute and has the power to create rules. As the owner of a special physique, Gu Huai was selected by the system to participate in the game. “Win the game and become the [King], and you can obtain whatever it is you desire.”

- Description from Novelupdates

The girl submerged in the bottom of the lake suddenly opens her eyes. The noble ChuChao Gongzhu [Princess] becomes an abandoned daughter and woman. No problem. This type of slag father is not worth mentioning. By virtue of her exquisite medical skills, she becomes famous in the world. Slag father wants to reunite? Close the door, let out the dogs! Shizi [Heir of a noble title] wants to ask for marriage? Let him wait in line! The Regent has a chronic illness? Perfect. Godly doctor becomes a poison doctor. Let him neither live nor die and taste the pain of his evil deeds. She exacts bloody vengeance. Appointed Wuguo Gongzhu, she returns to her noble life. Slag father regrets, sister envies, stepmother hates!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.