Gimai Seikatsu - Days With My Step Sister - Chapter 97: Message From Translator

An ordinary office worker, bound by routine and indifferent to fantasy, finds an unexpected spark in his vibrant senior colleague. Their quiet connection grows through late-night conversations and shared meals—until a sudden accident turns a mundane life into something else entirely. In the stillness that follows, a new story begins.---Disclaimer:English is not my first language, so please forgive any grammatical or spelling mistakes.

CEO Leng Li: The sky has finally cooled down. It’s time for that person who bullied my sister to go bankrupt.

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Jie Ao –xianzun (officer of Emperor Jie): The emperor is not allowing me to marry my junior sister? Good! Then, both of us are going to elope.

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Overbearing Regent: This is my little princess! What do you mean by thousand pounds of gold and precious nobles? All of you kneel down to her!

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Tong Su only wanted to complete her task of eradicating the scum male in order to get a chance to exact her own vengeance. However, this big BOSS, why do your eyes show such emotion towards me?

Important note: Sweet pet, oppressive slag, fake brother and sister, not blood related!

- Description from Novelupdates

Renji Kurozawa was just another nobody—until he died and was reincarnated in a world of swords and magic. Summoned alongside other “Chosen Heroes,” he hoped for a second chance at life.But his gift was different. “Death Claim”—the power to steal abilities from those he kills.Betrayed by his allies and left for dead, Renji embraces his dark power. With every enemy he slays, he grows stronger, turning from a forgotten outcast into the most feared force in the kingdom.Now, hunted as a villain and pursued by gods, Renji must carve his own path—one kill at a time.If fate wants a monster, he’ll give them one.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.