The Growth of a Titan - Chapter 492: Hiatus Announcement (2) & A Prologue Chapter of an Unpublish Book

[Invincible, showoff, face-slapping, feelgood]“Who is richer? Sorry, Every watch I have is worth billions. Money is just a number to me!”“Wanna fight? Fine, I won't even use my hands and feet. I've never lost a fight in my life!”“You like me? Sorry, even a cruise ship is not big enough to hold all the women I have. Haven't you seen the princess of Anenida lining up for me?”With the invincible system, everything can be easily accomplished.Please don't show off in front of me. I have a nickname called Face-slapping Zhang!

Ye Zichen was just a normal university student. Or so he thought.

“Dragon-riding” Prince Craft returned to the imperial capital after traveling around. Refraining from his coronation, he received marriage proposals from each country.

Although Craft dislikes marriage, he established the “Bride Training Department” and he will marry the woman who remained at last. If it’s done at all, it’s fascinating!

In front of Craft who volunteered to be the lecturer and the referee of this training department, each lovely and perfect bride appeared one after another!

A positive female pervert-like cousin, a glamorous beast girl, a black-haired swordsman with ponytail, a blond small breasted princess and a tanned and lively girl with big breasts. These 5 girls approach Craft! A expressionless maid and a brave loli halfsister join the tumult, too!

Who does the Dora Prince choose!? How about all of them! This is the start of a harem, romantic and comedy story!!

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.