A World Worth Protecting - Chapter 60: Return to the Dao College Immediately!

A cursed CD game falls from the sky. I boot it up, build a ridiculously handsome villain with broken talents, and just as I hit “Start”—boom, I get electrocuted.Now I’ve reincarnated as Lucien Caelum Valebrandt, a six-year-old noble and the infamous villain who helped the Abyssians win the last war.Every 500 years, the Abyssian King is reborn. But when the 16 chosen heroes of this generation lost against the battle of the Abyssian King because of my character, the Goddess panicked—and rewound time.Now those same heroes remember everything… and they want me dead.Even though I just got here.All I wanted was to play a game. Now I’m the villain blamed for destroying the world.

One moment, he was playing Haikyuu: The Mobile Game; the next, Taichi found himself transported into the world of Haikyuu.Transmigrated as a member of Aoba Johsai, Taichi was presented with the opportunity to face the fabled main cast of Haikyuu.[The Genius Omni-System is activating...Please wait...]“Hinata Shoyo? Kageyama Tobio? Ushijima Wakatoshi? Bring it on! Let the Monster Generation line up—I’ll take on ten of you!”Follow Kaedehara Taichi's journey from a no-name in Volleyball to the 'Absolute Monster' of the Monster Generation.“Gear up Oikawa-san, for we are about to win it all!”

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.