DxD: I know…I'm not the real one,just a cheap copy. but...I'd win - Chapter 60 - 59: Tribal Chief and Ideological War (1)

Her uncle indifferent, her fiancé unfaithful, and the very aunt she regarded as her own mother sold her to a merchant to be a concubine for two hundred thousand taels of silver, thoroughly ruining her life.Having been reborn and having survived life and death trials, Lian Yueyao vowed never to let anyone control her destiny again. This time, she would protect her loved ones who cared for her and carve out a splendid future for herself with her own hands.June's readers group: 97058970, everyone is welcome to join.June’s completed novel: “Rebirth: The Soft-hearted.”

“Mr. Joseph, what are you thinking?”

“I am thinking about you.”

“You … you are full of sweet nonsense!”

Enjoy a sweet love story of fun, with a scheming, domineering yet cute male lead, and a cunning, greedy and untamed female lead

Keita Sumeragi was a man of dreams—once a hopeful mangaka who poured his soul into heartfelt tales of romance, comedy, and friendship. But the world never smiled back. Readers ignored him. Publishers laughed. And when the only offer he got was to draw the one thing he hated—NTR (Netorare)—he refused.Until life left him no choice.His wife walked out. His daughter starved. And when his first NTR manuscript was complete, the publisher gave the job to someone else.Broken, guilty, and hollow, Keita leapt from the rooftop with a bitter smile—Only to awaken in the world of his own rejected NTR manga.In this twisted realm, he’s reborn as the main protagonist—handsome, popular, and surrounded by women with all-too-familiar faces. His sweet and kind “motherly” wife resembles the wife who left him. His seductive stepsister has the same eyes as his daughter once did.In this warped erotic hell, where anyone can be seduced—teachers, aunts, even grandmothers—Keita must face his deepest guilt, his darkest fantasies, and the genre he once despised.Because in this world, NTR is fate.And the story must go on.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?