Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?! - Chapter 581 - 396: I’m Worried About Chiba Shimizu

Kevin Reed gained enlightenment at the brink of death, as he sees the one he pledged allegiance to, and some long-time comrades betray him.

He closes his eyes one last time thinking, 'If only I had known'

Yet against all odds, he finds himself back in time in the body of the fourth prince of the royal family of a soon-to-fall Empire.

This is the story of a Knight who uses the machinations of an Empire to take his revenge on all those who betrayed him.

A man who uses the knowledge of the future to get the best out of every situation.

A man preparing for the coming of the Era of Prodigies and Disaster.

But he would have to challenge adversity if he is to bring his ambitions to fruition.

So come along on his journey filled with twists and turns, enemies and thorns.

As we see the knowledge of the future is used at its best.

But no one, not even Ezra, could've predicted just how much Chaos this single irregularity would cause.

So join us to witness Ezra, as he rises from humble beginnings, well... maybe not so humble, to becoming a peerless existence.

As he rises from the ashes to become a True Sovereign!

This is the rise...of the Infinite Sovereign!

The credits for the awesome book cover goes to Vinigo.

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A/N: This book is written with a pace in relation to the events.

It's written in a pace that neither slow enough to cause boredom nor fast enough to cause confusion.

It's just right.

In this novel, too much is always happening all at once. what do i mean? read to find out.

And while this novel's title doesn't seem to have correlation to the story in the beginning.

It was titled in regards to events in the long term.

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WARNING!: Read at least five Chapters before drawing any conclusions

“Blue Star 4.0 will begin its maintenance-free update at 12:00 AM on April 1st. The main content and adjustments of this update are as follows.” “New monthly rule ’Active Talent’ added: All players must converse with others for a total of 1000 sentences every day...” When an abrupt notification sound echoed in the ears of all humans on Blue Star. The world faced its cleansing. In every monthly version update, a new rule would descend, which all players had to obey. ... Chen Yi, who had found a massive loophole before the third version update, looked at the six-figure Points Balance in his account and broke into a grin. “Tuberculosis Rabbit, this time we might just rise to the top.”

Ye Sui has been transmigrated into a book and became the venomous villain. And because she looked a little similar to the white lotus female protagonist, she was regarded as a replacement by the male protagonist. Ye Sui was also married to the main character’s third Uncle, Chen Shu, who was jinxed to ruin the life of whoever marries him

Immediately after she got transmigrated, she became the malicious and conceited villainess with a husband named Chen Shu, who was about to divorce her. Ye Sui could see ghosts, however, as soon as she touched Chen Shu, the ghosts would disappear.

Chen Shu, who was preparing for divorce,was shocked upon his return to his home. As his wife suddenly hugged his thigh and begged, “No divorce, even if you beat me to death I will not sign the divorce paper.”

Chen Shu: “…”

It was rumored that Ye Sui has a hard life. She married Chen Shu, a good for nothing husband who escaped death at the age of 30. But this sickly husband of hers actually had tens of billions of dollars in wealth.

Ye Sui almost believed that her life is doomed until she slowly realized it.

Her husband is omnipotent and the family is getting richer and richer.

That Tea is actually a priceless antique tea..

A replica vase in Tang Dynasty was actually authentic…

She soon found out her husband, Chen Shu, was a super rich and invisible wealthy man.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.