After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude - Chapter 198 - Everyone Is My Enemy, Only He Ange Truly Cares for Me

Chi Lang transmigrated to the Middle Ages as a third-rate magician in a third-rate magic academy. His magical aptitude is zero. But he has a good roommate.

His roommate is good-looking.

His roommate is good-natured.

His roommate helped him escape from danger several times.

His roommate never complains.

Chi Lang felt like he liked his roommate a little bit, and then his roommate helped him solve his ‘single’ problem.

It wasn’t until much later that he realized that his roommate was a remarkable figure.

——He was one of the demons sealed by the magician known as the “God of Magic”… And Chi Lang became the one who unlocked the seal of the Demon Lord.

- Description from Novelupdates

A loner boy, who’s always loved escaping into his RPG world, suddenly finds himself living as one of his game characters. But instead of becoming his favored fighter, he’s in the body of his second avatar—a support mage! Though he’s used to playing both roles, being the mage in real life is a whole new challenge. Now he must rely on his knowledge and skills to navigate this unfamiliar reality and survive as the game's “support.”

Tachikawa Shin always thought he was a decent, upright man—unfortunately, he’d been saddled with an indecent favorability system.Raise others’ affection to grow stronger?“I’d rather stay away from these witches, but this concerns my safety and physical integrity... Well, it seems I don’t have a choice,” Tachikawa Shin said righteously, with absolutely no perversion whatsoever.All hail the Rizzler!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.