I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World. - Chapter 20: Beauties bath

Fate, a gatekeeper who had been working for the castle, is beset by a few burdens.

One day he suddenly found himself in hell.
All he had was the desire to live and a predation ability.
From the first to the ninth thousand circles of hell, he absorbed dozens, hundreds of thousands of demons.
Even the seven great dukes of hell bowed down before him.

– Why would you wish to go back? Doesn’t his highness have everything that’s in Hell?
– What do I have?

Nothing to eat, nothing to enjoy!
The only things in Hell are the barren lands and terrible demons!

“I’m going back.”

After ten thousand years he returns to Earth.

Shocking! The seventh daughter of the Su family was supposed to marry the ninth prince after she found herself pregnant, but she ran away on the night of her wedding!

Su Qian, a gifted doctor, transmigrated as the joke of the town? Let's watch how she'd take on the world with her daughter and reclaim everything that belonged to her!

Did people say she was an ugly loser? How funny! She was skilled in both medicine and poison, and she could revive the dead. She could even manipulate five types of poisonous insects. Since then, people started claiming she was the source of all things evil. Anyone who went against her would eventually beg for forgiveness on their knees. She also had a son and a daughter to protect her. They pampered her in every way possible.

“My mother is emotional. Please don't make her upset.” After saying that, Su Qian's son beat a prince up for insulting her.

“My mother isn't very brave. She's easily bullied.” After saying that, Su Qian's daughter beat Su Qian's stepsister up and reclaimed the family inheritance on her behalf. One day, their father showed up and stopped them from entering the room. He stakes his claim, “I'll pamper my own wife. Step aside.”

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My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.