Avoid the Protagonist - Chapter 295: Zhuang Zhao and Zhong Qin (3)

A famous actress slicing through monsters with flawless five-star choreography…A singer nuking mobs with long-range fire magic…A cold businesswoman trying to buy the entire monster hunter academy……and me—a dead-tired office worker who just wanted to log in and breathe.

After being a young master for more than ten years, he was reborn overnight became a ger who had nothing. This ger was still a lunatic!

Crazy people were hated in the tribe! He was also bullied and robbed! In the end, he was forcibly betrothed to a beastman that he didn’t even recognize.

After accepting the facts tremblingly, Wang Jin began to use the golden finger to reverse the adversity.

Being disliked by others and then becoming everyone’s favorite, snatching back everything that was robbed, as for… the beastman who was forced to marry…

Wang Jin looked at the man who had been standing by his side, and the man felt his gaze, looking back at Wang Jin, his indifferent eyes suddenly became warmer. He stretched out his hand and clasped Wang Jin’s ten fingers tightly, and said softly: “In this life, I only want you alone, no matter whether you are a little lunatic or not.

Wang Jin’s heart skipped a beat.

Forget it, this man… is quite interesting, so let’s keep him!

Years later, Wang Jin was pregnant with a big belly, gnashing his teeth with hatred when he saw the gentle and flattering man in front of him.

We agreed to only be together, and never get pregnant!

A man’s mouth, except for himself, was a deceiving ghost!

- Description from Novelupdates

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.

A necromancer and a saint blessed by the Constellations. That’s me.