I will not die a Villainess's death - Chapter 203 203: A Break-Thought

Ke Mingye accidentally gained the ability to read identities and soon discovered that his family members were an extremely complex mix. Seemingly ordinary family members each had their own secret identities: —— “Superheroes,” “magical girls,” “ninjas,” “aliens,” “vampires,” “employee of Anomaly Control Bureau ,” “dragonkin,” “diviners”... Day and night, each family member tried their best to keep their secret identity hidden, so they made their days extraordinarily mysterious, behaving as normal as possible in front of anyone. But the identities they desperately concealed were nothing more than a string of data on the player panel to Ke Mingye. Just when Ke Mingye was lamenting that there wasn’t a single normal person in his family, he received a main quest from the game system... —— “Eradicate the Superhumans.” “Eradicate... the superhumans?” Sitting at the dining table, Ke Mingye was stunned for a long time, with his chopsticks in his mouth, as he turned his head to survey the room full of superhumans and thought to himself that this was pretty a “happy” surprise！XD

The number one swordsman Zhao Jiangui is the martial world’s best hope for peace: All he has to do is seduce the Demon Sect Leader.

only led to his death.But fate had other plans.Reincarnated as the son of the strongest being in existence, the Demon King. One might expect him to resist, to rebel against the Demon King and kill him once and for all.But why bother?Being the good guy led to nothing but betrayal and death. This time, he'll live for himself. Women, pleasure, power—he will claim it all, as any true demon would.

[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.