Dungeon Life - Chapter Twelve: The Office of Dungeon Affairs

She gave up her wealth and power to save her husband and his company when they were on the brink of extinction.However he repaid her by bringing home his childhood sweetheart and divorcing her! He insulted her, called her names, a cheap lowly bitch and a gold-digger. Her sister in law treated her like trash, her mother in law called her a scheming fox who wanted to climb the social ladder.Fine! Divorce so it is then!Left without a single penny, she applied for a job and became a waitress. Who would know she bumped into her ex husband and his new fiancée there?!But there was another man whose business contract she accidentally discarded.That mysterious man came to her with a condition.“You made me lost a very important business contract, now you must pay,”“How much? I don't have money. I'm not for sale either,” the girl raised her chin arrogantly.“Become my fake girlfriend. I need a woman to please my grandfather,” Shentu Jing said. His charming dark eyes seemed to be tempting her, luring her into an abyss.But when she arrived in front of his grandfather, he announced her as his fiancée!“I thought you said I was your girlfriend!” Qin Zhuzhu glared daggers at him.“Sorry, now you are my wife,” the man's peach blossom eyes gazed at her lovingly.Who is this mysterious husband of hers?One day her phone rang with a notification of the latest financial news. There, she saw a man similar to her husband. Her husband is the richest Tycoon in the capital???!!!

The maniac who was crazy about all kinds of fields such as military and steampunk had been reincarnated.

However, his father was King Sejong the Great?

The mania-wise king and his crazy maniac son.

Along with the ministers, and countless humans who were getting exploited.

Even today, the night of Joseon was filled with the light of overtime.

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.