A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special (WN) - Chapter 80: His Decision (2)

My name is Joo In-gong. The name that my parents gave me meant ‘protagonist’ of the world. Really?

Giles transmigrated to a world where everyone practiced beast-taming, and he was adopted by the owner of a beast-taming arena from a young. However, Giles could only run errands and do basic chores since he didn’t have any talent for beast-taming.

One day, the arena owner had to go on a long trip, so he entrusted Giles with the management of the arena.

Faced with a bunch of baby beasts waiting to be fed, the inexperienced Giles could only tell them about the stories that he’d heard from his past life. [Pet Beast Guru Duck finished listening to “The Ugly Duckling”, evolved into an “Eight-winged Swan Beast”!] [Pet Beast Beetle Bug finished listening to “Godzilla”, evolved to learn “Ultra Heat Beam”!] [Pet Beast Lil Ape finished listening to “King Kong”, evolved into an “Invincible King Kong Beast”!] [Pet Beast Green Haired Dog finished listening to “Greek Mythology”, evolved into a “Cerberus”!] Even that rock pet beast in the corner.

After listening to Giles telling the story of “Journey to the West”, the rock split open and evolved into the Ancient God-tier pet beast, “Heavenly Sage Sun Wukong”!

When the arena owner returned, he was stunned, I told you to take care of the arena, and you trained them all to become Divine Beasts?!

Rebirth + Abusing Scum + Feel-Good Story

Ren Ran’s life was smooth sailing for the first eighteen years, but plagued by misfortune for the next eight. Her grandparents, mother, and younger brother passed away one after another. Her company was seized by her scumbag father, and she was kicked out of her home, forced to wander the streets. She would get robbed walking down the road, or have flower pots dropped on her head when she reached a building entrance. If she went to work, the company she worked for would go bankrupt.

At twenty-six, she was diagnosed with cancer and on the verge of death when she met a Taoist priest.

The Taoist said, “Your fate was meant to be fortunate, yet you have become a lonely star cursed by the heavens. This is because your fate has been replaced by another’s doing.”

Perhaps it was the mercy of the heavenly way, but she was reborn once more.

She wanted to change her family’s destiny and save their lives, but more importantly, she wanted to expose the villain behind the scenes and make them pay their bloody debts.

However, as she pursued the truth, she discovered… (Beep~~ No spoilers!)

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.