Transmigration of Mian [Reluctantly] Becomes His Man [Wife] - Chapter 221: Diagnosis and Treatment

“Transmigrate as the Final Villain of the novel...” Ark stared at his reflection in the mirror he held. It was Theos Von Fallen, the final villain of his favorite novel.Although he was the final villain and the strongest in the novel, he was killed by the protagonist and his harem in the finale.[Ding. The Heroine Snatching System has started] Ark gave a crooked smile when he read the system message in front of him... “Exchange!” he shouted, unwilling to accept the fate they had in store for him.Trapped in the world of his favorite novel as the most “evil” and powerful villain, Ark, now Theos, will use his knowledge as a fan obsessed with the novel to take away all the protagonist's opportunities.Whether he can become the focus of the whole show or whether a script will dictate his fate, he will decide! He will live as a true villain who doesn't care about anything but his life and his loved ones.

The days where adventurers would roam the land and grow strong are long gone. More than 99.9% of the world's population is level 1, and in fact, leveling just isn't something people think about anymore, as almost every spawn point on the planet has been gone for close to a thousand years. Only the elites, the super rich, or the super lucky have access to spawn points, and because of this, they are like Gods among men: like superheroes. For people like Zach, life is a mundane, ordinary experience of getting up, going to school, working, and then going back to bed. But that's all about to change when he stumbles upon one of the only unknown spawn points in existence. And in doing so, his life is about to descend into a wild chaos he never could have expected. (Lit RPG, fantasy, action, slow burn)

[Sweet, Satisfying, and Passionate; Group Pampering; Torture Casanovas]

Si Fuqing opened her eyes to find that her luck has been stolen. Everyone wanted her out of the entertainment industry too.

After getting a second chance at life, she just wanted to do nothing this time. Yet, some people who didn’t know their place kept trying to rub off on her fame without any genuine talents to show for. This wouldn’t do. She had to do something about them.

Si Fuqing pinched her wrist and took action.

After that, the internet berated her for being shameless enough to court Yu Yao, and that her private life was indecent, but…

An international songstress: I’m able to stand here today all because of Qingqing.

A top-rate male celebrity: Stay away from my sister #YuYao

An official international sports channel: Congratulations to Si Fuqing for securing the 13th personal gold medal.

At first, Yu Yao paid no mind to Si Fuqing. But when he later learned the truth and regretted, even getting down on his knees so Si Fuqing would look his way again, he could only post a status on social media saying, [#SiFuqing, Hello, Ninth Aunt].

That day, the internet was paralyzed.

In the records of history, Emperor Yin rose to fame at a young age. He was perfect, powerful, and benevolent. Yet, he died at the age of 27 due to illness, having lived only a short life with no wife or children. He was an unattainable Adonis for many.

No one knew that when he opened his eyes once more, he woke up in the future where 1500 years had passed.

This time, he saw tall buildings that he had once imagined before.

Shortly after, Emperor Yin’s identity was exposed. When Si Fuqing learned that her idol was within arm’s reach, she was so impressed that she wanted to…

Si Fuqing: I’ll work hard!

Emperor Yin: Repay me with your body.

Si Fuqing: ??? ‘Here I am trying to work hard, but you want me instead?’

An all-rounder and gorgeous goddess x A resolute and noble emperor

From being scorned on the internet, to being crowned as number one while she fought her Adonis one-on-one.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.