MTL - Xian Wang Dotes On Wife - v3 Chapter 8 Cursor

“I will leave the debut group.”

I can’t make it in this group. I should leave and set up a chicken restaurant so that my brothers could at least make a name for themselves.

Destined to be a failed idol, I decided to leave the group for the betterment of the others.

However,

[A member dies if you leave the debut group.]

What?

“…This is making me crazy.”

The struggles of Bong Tae-Yoon, the Maknae on top, whose hands hold the lives of his group members, begins now!

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I’ve become a rogue lord in another world! This is the story of a game I was playing! The story of the protagonist, who has become a rogue lord who dies after two days, successfully uses the game’s history and system to escape his impending doom and become the strongest.

[Female strong, 1v1, sweet text, male protagonist paid for the phone bill]

She was the big villain who made the raiders of all planes feel the fear, tearing up all the systems in a fit of rage.

Because it was too boring to be trapped in a small world, Qianyan grabbed a system and started a new mission.

The first plane: The queen worked hard to help the emperor to conquer the country, but was framed and sent to the cold palace and died of illness.

The original owner’s wish is that the children will live in peace, and Qianyan will directly abuse the scum and become the empress!

The second plane: The original owner’s wish is to protect the elder brother and prevent him from being disabled.

Qianyan: Is he not healthy? The original owner, are you satisfied?

The original owner: Satisfied… (really not forced at all)

The third plane…

Qianyan found that there was an acquaintance following her in almost every plane, and she wanted to be with her at every turn.

But she just wants to do tasks and careers, and doesn’t want to fall in love!

- Description from novelbuddy

[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.