I Am A Scarecrow And The Demon Lord Of Terror! - Chapter 350 - Subjugation Of The Albert Family

Man summoned to another dimension- Check!Reincarnated as an elf- Check!A dwarf with a plan to go to the Mo- Wait, wut!?Simon Steelrun dreams of going to the Moon, to fulfill his mother's last wishes. Though he has the will and drive, he does not have the...necessary capabilities to go there. Though he tries his best to get there, he all but fails. Just as he was about to give up, a stranger came from a faraway land.A land called Earth...Joining him on this journey is a reincarnated elf, a warrior orc with a mysterious past, and a host of myriad other beings, as they tackle various challenges to create a rocket ship to take them to the Moon.Yet their journey is all but smooth...Hampered by a technologically backward world, a human-centric empire, monstrosities of inhuman proportions, and Goddesses with unknown agendas, they must navigate through these difficulties to reach their destination. Further wrenches are thrown in when the planet's dark history starts catching up to them, forcing them to take action on behalf of others.Secrets that should have been hidden...Join us in the adventures of a dwarf with a dream, as he navigates his way through his journey to reach his destination, all the while being dragged into adventures which changes the course of the world.“All I want to do is go to the Moooonnnnn!”

From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.

In a land where ancient families are as common as the stars, the weight of millennia-old legacies brings not only honor but also the chains of rigid traditions. Here, bloodlines are the cornerstone of power, the unyielding foundation for climbing the ladder of authority.But what hope does the descendant of a mere hunter have in such a world? How can they claim a seat at the table in this grand feast of ambition and betrayal? Is it through the fragmented remnants of a cheat ability from the game For Honor, now warped and unrecognizable? A fleeting glimpse into an uncertain future? Or perhaps a stroke of intangible, invisible luck?The stage is set, the pieces are moving—will this unlikely contender rise, or will they become just another casualty of the Game of Thrones?

# CRYBABY

A stranger! Lu An’an married a stranger! She heard that the man was extremely ugly and was a sex masochist despite his old age, but she could not reject him for the sake of her family.

On their wedding night, she thought about how she would leave her parents and brother completely in the future and spend the rest of her life living with the rumored sexual abuse…

The more Lu An’an thought about it, the more worried she became and the more terrified she became.

Her tears started gushing out even more violently. At this moment, a coarse and warm hand gently lifted her face.

“So beautiful, how did you know I like to see others cry?”

Oh, my god! He— he was truly a pervert! Lu An’an shivered.

Although he looked very young and good-looking, with deep-set eyes and thick eyelashes, and he had a smile like a sun, she would never tolerate such a terrifying hobby, much less cooperate with it!

“It’s just a business marriage between us. I hope we can… respect each other after we get married,” said Lu An’an after mustering up all her courage. Her tears turned the handsome man’s features blurry. However, Yan Yunge merely chuckled and kissed her tears away.

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

Looking at the huge object that was as thick as a forearm staring straight at her with its head held high and chest puffed out, Lu An’an could not help but shake her head. Yan Yunge whipped out his pocket-sized pistol and looked at her with a cheeky smile.

“One of these guns is going to enter your body. Choose it yourself.” She—she did not want to choose any of them. She wanted a divorce! Yan Yunge’s breathing became heavier.

“Then, can I choose for you? Why don’t we put both of them in?”