MTL - Seizing a Good Marriage, The Virtuous Medical Consort - ~ The end: all sentient beings, love is true

In his previous life Bai Lang was a small star. He rejected his boss and stupidly engaged in a relationship which he thought was true love.

———【Holy Sword】

———【skill】

———【blessing】

As a brave summoned to another world, Shien is basically invincible.

The goddess told him: “You are the one who is most likely to defeat the devil.”

The princess told him: “I have never seen a foul man like you.”

Even his teammates said: “How about you go to build a country?”

Unfortunately, Shien is so determined to walk his own path.

“I want to be an adventurer, fight monsters without risk and upgrade, and then sneak to defeat the Demon King after i have achieved the max level, and hide my merit and fame.”

However, the Demon King does not necessarily have to be defeated, in fact, it can also be…

The white lotus, a mysterious artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted its wielder otherworldly power. Countless powerful Magi from all around the universe waged an epic battle over it. When the dust settled from their fierce clash, the artifact disappeared, awaiting to be inherited by one with great destiny.

Adam dreamed of breaking free from the grip of poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. However, learning magic was an expensive aspiration. Not only did it require talent, but also vast resources.

But one day everything changed when he stumbled upon a seemingly ordinary white lotus…

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”