Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse - Chapter 21: Clearing The Mansion (III)

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.

“Foodie + rebirth + whole group’s darling + real or fake rich lady + brainless villain”

The pure and silly little foodie Ye Jinmeng discovered that her new roommate was very unfriendly towards her. Having watched many Mary Sue dramas, Ye Jinmeng thought: could this be a villainess? But as long as she doesn’t steal my food, I don’t care how she acts.

Until later, Ye Jinmeng finally realized that she herself was the villainess…

Xu Wanwan discovered that the enemy who had destroyed her entire family in her previous life was actually living in the same dorm room as her. Having been reborn, her anger meter was instantly maxed out.

But who could tell her, how could this piglet be so knowledgeable about food?

Shi Shuning: In my wife’s eyes there is only food, not me. I feel wronged.

He Junting: ? You feel wronged compared to me? As long as your wife is around, my wife can’t even see me…

In the aftermath of a tragic incident, the soul of Zhang Fei was transmigrated into a sacred body in a world of cultivation. Joined by the consciousness of an ancient cultivator, Zhang Fei must find a way to survive in this deadly world of beast demons and immortal cultivators.

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.