Beauty in the beast world - Chapter 166: His only treasure

A lifetime ago, Chu Xun was shackled and thrown in jail on false charges. For three whole years, he suffered extraodinary torment from his cellmates every day. Even though he had escaped death many times, he still died from his cellmates’ fists the day before he was to be released.

After death, Chu Xun transmigrated to a different world of cultivation, where cultivation was the one true path. Carrying the weight of his hatred, Chu Xun began to cultivate in hopes of becoming an Immortal Emperor, who could manipulate heaven and earth and travel through time. After painstaking cultivation of three thousand years, he succeeded. Then he sacrificed all his cultivation without hesitation and returned to the day before he was to be released.

This life, he wanted to find out the truth and the one behind his murder in last life. He would continue to cultivate and strengthen himself so that the tragedy would not repeat itself. He wanted to master his own destiny.

In this life, what people would Chu Xun encounter and what experience of love and hate would he have with them? What difficulties would he encounter and how would he overcome? The answer is the book.

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Thank you for your support~
My name is Toru Kurosawa and I am 25 years old.
I have another name, Toruya Karasuma, because there is a mysterious old man in the family, and for some inconvenient reasons, I personally don’t like to use this name.
Now I just returned to Japan from Italy, and my first stop decided to visit the industry I was planning to retire, a cafe I bought before I left the country. The name seems to be Poirot?
Even though when I was 18, I went to Italy to study abroad for seven years because of my rebellion, and was called back by an inexplicable phone call to inherit the family business, it did not change my dream of running a coffee shop!
Think about it, you don’t have to wake up early and wake up naturally every day, sit in your own coffee shop and drink a delicious latte, and you can study recipes when you have nothing to do. What a wonderful life!
As for groups and organizations?
The manager’s salary is so high, don’t you want to do it if you don’t manage the group well for me?
Who would want to accept an organization that has been turned into a sieve by undercover agents!
Stepping into Poirot, he looked at a certain blond, dark-skinned person who seemed familiar to me to say hello. I pondered: Will the salted fish life I want come true?
Brother help! I am surrounded by red squares!
Reading Instructions / Demining:
1. The first person of the copy, the third person of the text
2. The protagonist is neither pure black nor red. It can be understood as neutral and black. He has a wine name but has hardly participated in organizational activities.
2021.11.19 Added mine clearance: Qin Ye has private settings related to the protagonist. Other members of the organization also have private settings. There may also be magical changes to the winery-related settings, and the winery will eventually be resolved and will not be changed. But not all personnel will be resolved. Mind not to enter.
3. Some characters may be ooc
4. The male protagonist in the last sentence of the copy
5. Comprehensive world, any changes in details are all self-designed, don’t go into details
6. The protagonist has already entered the retirement period in Italy, so he is inclined to the daily trend. The author strives to improve his writing (holding his head, I really think about the plot seriously)
2021/8/28 

Content tags: Comprehensive manga, tutor, juvenile manga, Conan
Search keyword: Protagonist: Kurosawa Tetsuya (Karasawa Tetsuya) ┃Supporting role: Gin ┃Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

Dear father and mother.

Please forgive this daughter who is tainted.

I, Cecilia Silvy, will strive to continue to live peacefully…

I have decided to become a man!

High school student Hiyono Kanzaki reincarnated as Cecilia Silvy, the villainess lady of the otome game “Wruhel Academy Saint Princess 3”.

In order to avoid her miserable future, she decided to spend her time at Wruhel Academy, the main stage of the game… as a man.

Will she be able to complete her school life without anybody discovering the truth?!

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.