A Sorcerer’s Journey - Chapter 601 - Eerie Attacks

The protagonist, Winnie (文尼), confesses his love to his childhood friend—the princess he’s been secretly in love with for years—but is brutally rejected in public. His heart shatters, he’s humiliated and ridiculed, and he collapses unconscious. When he wakes up, he vaguely remembers his past life’s memories and realizes he has transmigrated into the world of an otome game he played before. At first, he’s thrilled, thinking, “Nice! I must have been reincarnated as a villainous side character who disrupts the protagonist’s romance, right?” But then… surprise! He’s not just the villain—he’s the “Saintess”!

When Shen Xinghui, an ordinary young man, is suddenly transported to a fantastical world, he finds himself surrounded by incredible beings like Beast Man, Dragon Man, and even Demons.Struggling to adapt in a place where the rules of life, magic, and even biology are wildly different, Shen Xinghui must rely on the guidance of Ignatius, a noble Dragon Man.As Shen Xinghui learns about this world’s diverse cultures, powerful magic, and the ever-present mystery of how he arrived, he discovers that he’s not the first outsider to find himself here—and perhaps not the last.With no clear way back home, Shen Xinghui embarks on a journey to the capital of the Cindralith Kingdom, determined to carve out a place for himself in this strange yet wondrous land. Along the way, he uncovers secrets about the world—and himself—that will change his destiny forever.

After 50 years of being in the position of Hwacheon Clan Leader, Kang-hyuk, widely renowned as 'The Dragon' retires.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”