As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up - Chapter 57 - : The Stricken Chu Mingcheng

Shu Wan, the most outstanding daughter of a high-status family from a feudal dynasty, travels a thousand years into the future, becoming the new lady of the Fu family in the capital.------Her husband in name has gone overseas to explore markets, leaving behind a rebellious son whose name resounds throughout the capital.------Upon first meeting, the rebellious son speeds past on a motorcycle with his silver-white hair flying, “Isn't that my stepmother who's 6 years older than me? Skinny arms and legs, but with grand ambitions.”Before he finishes, Shu Wan leaps up and plucks him off the motorcycle with one hand, “Watch your mouth.”------Fu Yang is consistently at the bottom of his grade, especially with his Chinese language scores never passing 50.Shocked by his atrociously written exam papers, Shu Wan asks, “Are you even Chinese?”Fu Yang is defiant, “Aren't you a dimwitted academic failure yourself, what right do you have to criticize me?”Yet the next second, as Shu Wan smoothly writes down 'Ancient Prose Paragon' with a brush, it's Fu Yang's turn to be astonished.Isn't she a walking dictionary?------Fu Siyu returns from his overseas expansion earlier than expected, thinking he would come home to chaos.However, upon entering the door, he sees the usually defiant Fu Yang sitting obediently practicing his calligraphy with a perfect score exam paper beside him.And his reputedly timid wife, in a sleek black high-slit dress, confidently struts to the music, drawing the attention of everyone.But none of that is the focal point. The focus is on Fu Siyu's gaze, sharp as a knife, directed toward the dance partner's hand resting on Shu Wan's lower back, “Let go.”Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.

Read the first 10 chapter and you will like it..All of humanity—billions of souls—were forcibly transported into 《Global Lord》, a merciless game-world where each person becomes a Lord and must fight to survive. Most cried. Most begged. Most died.But Lucas Nightveil was different.A war mongrel with a thirst for carnage, Lucas thrived in blood and madness. While others struggled to build wooden huts and gather firewood, Lucas awakened the [Dark Crypt]—and with it, her.Selena Draculea, the Vampire Queen. Elegant. Overpowering. Sadistic. And above all—loyal only to her King.While the rest of the world was still learning how to train peasants, Lucas was already unleashing Death Knights, Blood Moon Archers, and Shadow Banshees from his evolving Lair. With Selena by his side, he painted the lands crimson with the blood of Lords, monsters, and gods alike.He didn’t want peace.He didn’t want justice.He only wanted war.“In the night, there is no mercy—only my will.”— Lucas NightveilAs his Night Empire rises, the world learns one eternal command:“Bow to the Vampire Queen. Or be devoured by her King.”

A group of dragons are watching “Game of Thrones” day and night