The Young Master I Carefully Raised Became Obsessive - Chapter 57

Eastern Jin’s Regent had icy, jade-like beauty and peerless talent. It was said that his admirers were enough to fill 3 entire cities!

Eastern Jin’s Regent was only second to the Emperor and temperamental, but rumors are that a young fox entered his bathroom, yet actually didn’t die. Eastern Jin’s Regent known for being mysophobic, never touching any females, but he only loved the fox. He even held the fox as he slept!

You fake god! I’m a human, ah! Turning me into a fox and transmigrating only to let some guy take liberties with me every day? Fine! Since its like that, I’ll eat from him, drink from him, use what’s his, play him, and bed him…

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Oosuki Masato is an ordinary high school boy who is magically transported to an alternative world, but for some reason his doting, over-protective mother comes along as well.

Arthur was a weak and cowardly boy who lacked the power to protect anyone—a truth brutally demonstrated when his parents were massacred while defending him during a Gate outbreak. As the sole survivor, Arthur spent weeks believing his life was over. When intense chest pains began, he assumed he'd been infected with corruption by the void creature that killed his parents and was merely waiting for death.What Arthur didn't expect was that these sensations actually signaled his Realm Core forming. In two months' time, he would be forcefully transported to the next realm and awaken new powers, becoming one of the world-renowned “Chosen” who protect humanity from Gate outbreaks. Now Arthur must rise through the heights of power, climbing each of the seven realms in hopes of saving his world... or does he?

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.