A Novel Concept - A death a day, MC will live anyway! - Chapter 305: Belligerent Var Elegis

“This guy, how heavy is his taste, he’s still able to eat?” Waking up, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, explosive hair, tattoos, and a demon-like face. Look at her for more than a second and you’ll have spicy eyes (your eyes will bleed-aka she looks really ugly).

The Emperor had issued an official decree to appoint a successor to the throne—one who would become the next ruler of the empire.But instead of a direct appointment, the successor would be determined through a formal battle among the princes and princesses.A battle that would drag in many factions, overflow with conspiracies, claim countless lives, and reshape the entire continent... was about to begin.But among the contenders, there was one prince who had no intention of fighting—Nolan.Handsome, lazy, and utterly annoying, Nolan was well-known for the many unflattering titles given to him by those around him.Nolan: “Fighting to become emperor? Please... I just want to relax and enjoy life.”Rather than compete, he convinced his twin sister to fight in his place while he supported her from behind the scenes.Nolan: “My dear sister, I leave my future in your capable hands!”And with that, the prince’s journey toward a life of leisure—relying entirely on his sister—officially began.

A classic villainess/heroine tale that puts a new twist on the genre. This Industrial Era fantasy tells the story of Nadia—a secret agent with a dry love life and an unhealthy addiction to visual novels—as she Transmigrates into the body of Vivian Moore, the villainess of the novel, from a family of business CEOs.All the destruction flags were raised, and Vivian was at the end of her rope. Her life was about to take a turn for the worst, but with Nadia behind the wheel, she seized Fate by the hairs of its head and yanked it into a sharp U-turn.No more weakness was allowed! If something wanted to get rid of her, she would stab it to death. If someone wanted to trample over her, she would shoot them into a beehive. And there was no stopping her because she had the strongest weapon a main character can have: the System!

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.