Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches - Chapter 222Vol. 1 - - Take a guess?

After suddenly dying from work exhaustion in the modern world, a young man named Clayton wakes up in someone else’s body in a foreign world styled like medieval Europe. Without knowing how or why he ended up there, Clayton slowly realizes he now inhabits the body of a teenager who has just survived a deadly illness—and lost his beloved father.But his new awakening isn’t met with hope; instead, it brings pressure and intrigue. The people around him—from city officials to seemingly kind neighbors—all share one goal: to seize the valuable house his father left behind. One by one, their masks of kindness slip away, revealing the harsh reality of this new world.With a weak body, a nearly dead farm, and a loyal, skinny dog, Clayton must fight to survive. He not only has to delve into the memories of his body’s former owner but also navigate a world filled with manipulation, magical creatures, and social injustice.This world isn’t just an escape from work stress—it’s a battlefield for his soul and pride.

[The criteria for unlocking the system have been fulfilled.][System synchronization with host commencing.][Synchronization complete. Congratulations. You have been given a chance to become the most desirable human in this world, just as you wished.]“This isn’t what I wished for.”[What seems to be the problem?] the voice asked, a hint of curiosity in her tone.“I asked to be the most desirable human, not a woman!” he exclaimed, frustrated as he cupped his newfound breasts.Sylvester Lancaster, a dedicated and kind-hearted unactractive policeman, often dismissed and treated like a doormat, snaps after discovering his newlywed wife in bed with his best friend. Consumed by rage, he goes on a violent rampage, only to realize the horrific extent of his actions when the blood cools—he has committed murder. Panicked, he attempts to flee but is struck by a car and meets his untimely death.However, death is far from the end. Sylvester awakens in a morgue, only to find himself in a bizarre alternate universe—trapped in the body of a stunning young woman named Cara Bolton.In this new world where Sylvester has transmigrated to, vampires, werewolves, witches, and other supernatural beings coexist in a fragile balance with humans, their uneasy peace marked by underlying tensions and hidden conflicts. Among the supernaturals, vampires reign supreme as the most dominant and influential. The system reveals to Sylvester that he now wields two new skills: the power to read minds and the ability to detect lies, skills inherited from Cara, the body’s former inhabitant who was a fairy.The system assigns him quests to complete, allowing him to level up and gain all remaining skills a fairy possesses. Many of these missions involves sex, manipulating and exploiting people, as well as infiltrating the vampiric council.

Lin Wei and Zong Shao had an arranged marriage. They had been separated for four years, so much so that they had two children, but the husband and wife were no closer than ordinary friends.
Lin Wei thought that she and Zong Shao would be a plastic husband and wife for the rest of their lives. It was not until she had a dream on the way with the army that she realized that her husband was Bai Yueguang, who the female protagonist could not ask for in the age text.
And she is the white moonlight of the white moonlight.
In the novel, they are married, and the husband and wife are in love. After her untimely death, he missed her all his life and never married again.
After waking up from the dream, Lin Wei thoughtfully looked at the expressionless man in front of her and thought:
It turns out that he loves me so much, so I should love him a little too.
*First get married and then fall in love, raise a baby on the island, and write short texts in the parents’ room.

Content tags: Romance of the Times Sweet Text Shuangwen
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Gripes have their origins and debts have their creditors. We haven’t crossed each other in days past or present, nor formed any grudges. I am but duty-bound to carry this out, so apologies in advance!