Transmigrated into the Gacha Game I Abandoned for 10 Years - Chapter 14: Tinnitus (3)

He was just an ordinary orphan.At least he thought he was,That was until some group claiming to be the Hero Faction tried to recruit him for being the inheritor of a lost bloodline.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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Seo-jun was your average college student until a fatal vehicle accident took away his life. He found himself waking up in the body of Adrien Mallorne, the youngest son of a Count. Armed with his modern-day knowledge, he navigates through the new world he finds himself in. But why is the second prince following him around and blatantly flirting with him?_______A long arm that looked muscular, even with it being fully clothed, reached out above him. “Is this the one you want?” A familiar voice asked, sending shivers down Adrien's spine.It's the guy from the bookstore!Adrien nodded his head to answer the guy's question, forgetting that he probably wasn't in the best of position to be seen. “Ye-yeah.”Long, thick fingers wrapped around the spine of the book, swiftly pulling it down from the top shelf. “Understanding Economics?” The guy read the title out loud. “Mr. James' class?”“Yes.”The guy, who was standing close to Adrien, basically caging him in between his chest and the bookcase, handed him the book. The guy then reached up one more time and grabbed a green-colored book. “I suggest reading this one if you haven't taken the assessment yet.”Adrien took the book from him. “Thank you.”A deep voice rumbled from behind him as the guy laughed. He then took a step back, releasing Adrien from his confinement. “Try that again, but to my face this time.”

[Mature Content] [Dark Themes]Catherine Lane had the perfect job in Midnight City, secretary to Ares King, the impenetrable billionaire bachelor, infamously known as the devil CEO.To the outside world, Catherine's life was nothing short of flawless, but in reality, she struggles with debts on the verge of ruining her life. To avoid harassment, she decides to quit and get the cut that comes with it.As if that wasn't enough, her long-term boyfriend cheated on her, claiming she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her.Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straws when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue.“Become my wife for one year.”“Why me, Mr. King?”“Because we work, Ms. Lane.”The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be?*****“I think that's all...” My heart throbbed as I grabbed my pen. Here comes the hard part.“You're forgetting something, Ms Lane.”“Hmm?”“We haven't looked over the special clauses.”Special Clauses? Shit! I forgot about that.“The next page.”I flipped the paper.Number one: The wife should under no circumstances fall for the husband. Should the wife breach this clause, all compensation shall be nullified and revoked.“Unfortunately, changes can't be made to that clause.”I scoffed. Does he actually think I'd fall for him?“Understood. Emotional attachments should be prohibited.”“This, Ms. Lane, is why I said we work.”A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.