MTL - General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 459 Domineering Su Dad (two more)

Zheng Tan somehow returns to the year 2003, turning into a black cat. Picked up from a rubbish heap by the Jiao family, he is given the name “Charcoal”, and so begins the life inside Professor Jiao’s family. Zheng Tan remembers that he was once a person, but currently his body is that of a cat. He has no way of speaking the human language, but can understand it, and even retains the thinking and IQ of a young 20 year old youth. Read along as he adapts to this new world, and somehow tumbles from a group brawl to catching a thief.

- Description from Novelupdates

When Kim Seojin opened his eyes, he found himself three hundred years in the future.In the last three hundred years, humanity went through a lot of changes. Science had developed, cities became more modern, and space travel became a reality. But all of that came at a cost.The world had become a plaything of gods. Every year, humans were selected to represent their race in a devilish game, all for the entertainment of the gods.Kim Seojin was one of the thousand people selected in a timeline where he didn't belong.There was one more person. A Regressor burdened with the memories of countless failed timelines and the knowledge of the destruction to come, was also a part of the game…

T/N: [R-19] Viewer discretion is advised. I reincarnated as a character in my favorite game. But I’m in the body of the second most mistreated character in said game. (Not as a villain) The cover was designed by Deep Dark Wolf, and the typography was done by 유일유화.

[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.