Why do I have so many masters? - Chapter 430 - 102: Solving the Case, The Fishing Duo from Fufeng (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)

An ordinary man, Ye Chen traveled to the cultivation world by accident and became a phenomenal immortal of that era. After 3,000 years in the cultivation world, he was betrayed and traveled back to earth through a spatial tear.Five years had passed in the mortal world, but when he came back with his abilities, he found out he now has a daughter!

Rei just wanted to read novels in peace, no girlfriends, no drama, no accidental death by divine lightning meant for a cockroach…But for now, he is the son of a powerful duke, reincarnated into a fantasy world full of magic, monsters—and dangerously obsessed women.They were childhood friends of that duke son. They all are sweet noble girls. One is emperor’s daughter and one is my older sister. Now they’re grown up… and they all want one thing.And that thing is Rei.Welcome to a world where love means stalking, loyalty means stabbing your rivals, and marriage proposals come with blood pacts and fireballs and even my system mocks me. Rei fiancées battle each other daily and his life is a romantic comedy… except it’s also a warzone.Oh, and his final mission is marry the Demon Queen. A literal succubus overlord trying to conquer the world.Somebody please help him. In a realm of swords, sorcery, and yandere chaos. So, he can find peace or at least keep his limbs attached.

“Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal bloody shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness!

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”