Van Gogh Reborn! - Chapter 225:

Has my life been for nothing?I asked myself that question as I fell into the eternal embrace of death, having tumultuous waves of regret washing over me. But, in a strange twist of fate, I found myself awake once more in the body of my fifteen-year-old self.What kind of sorcery is this?The existence of the Leviathans and their mystical powers is all shrouded in mystery.But none of it matters to me.What matters now is that I can finally pursue the dreams and aspirations that I set aside in my past life. This time, I will ensure to live true to myself, without restraints or regrets.I will be free.Tags: Regression. Fantasy. Action. Adventure. SliceOfLife. Mystery. Time travel. NoHarem. WeaktoStrong. Antihero. Academy.

The general of the demon world possessed the body of a third-rate small time celebrity. This was the story of him coming over, determined to make preparations for the demon world’s invasion of the human world, but accidentally got mixed in with the entertainment circle instead.

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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