Plunder - Chapter 304: It is Mrs. Zhou

In the previous life, limited by talent and an unsteady Dao Heart, Li An stopped at Core Formation.Reborn into a new life, Li An resolves to cultivate the Life-Nourishing Immortal Skill he obtained in his previous life, all while keeping a low profile on his path toward immortality.

Baek Ain is your typical lazy guy.

He graduated from university at age 22 with a random degree he chose out of boredom and stayed single because fate decided so until that event happened.

“What? Where Am I??”

After a horrible incident, Ain transmigrated to another world. Or precisely to be a villainous and mobs character.

He died countless times because of the world's protagonists, gathering hatred toward them.

“What the fuck! What do you mean I stole your wife? I've been single since coming into this world!!”

“Hero, please save this world.” A goddess is begging me to save her world from the Demon Lord.

“Wait... Begone thot! That Demon King is my younger sister from 69th Transmigration.”

“How dare you!”

A beautiful heroine is hugging me from behind, wishing to accept her feelings.

“Shoo, Heroine! I don't need useless baggage with me. Side characters are better than you!”

And so, Ain's journey began to end this shitty transmigration cycle.

Leon Thorne was the disgrace of his house, overweight, softspoken, and dismissed as a failure before he ever picked up a sword. Mocked during the Awakening and branded an F-rank, he was expected to fade quietly from the halls of power.But he didn’t.Because this wasn’t his first life.In another timeline, Leon watched House Thorne fall, shamed, scattered and erased from history. Powerless to stop it then, he’s been given one chance to rewrite it now.Stripped of excuses and reshaped by hardship, Leon claws his way forward—through blood, sweat and silence. Now, leaner and sharper, he enters an academy where only strength speaks and legacy decides your worth.But Leon carries no crest. No backing. Just scars, a sword, and the will to shatter fate itself.He’s not looking to be acknowledged or praised.He’s going to rewrite everything.NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES.

[ Late check-ins accepted. Abyss residues surcharges apply. ]The Last Neutral Inn, a small establishment run by a retired man named Aldous. He serves good soup, honest tea, and the only guaranteed neutral ground between the mortal world and the Abyss.He used to change the world. He doesn't do that anymore, but he has opinions about bread. He will share them.In a place where exiled gods need somewhere to sleep, demon courts require neutral venues for negotiations they can't afford to lose, and abyssal entities older than civilization occasionally need a simple word with someone who won't panic, Aldous runs the only establishment that qualifies. His guests aren't only human. His inn shouldn't exist. The Abyss stops exactly at his property line, which nobody has satisfactorily explained.Aldous makes soup. He fixes the stairs. He files the paperwork.He is no hero. No king. He runs an inn.The question nobody had the courage to ask yet is why.