I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family - Chapter 159

It was a useless ability, right till the very end. That’s what Shion thought as he was dying. Among all the tr*sh, it was the tr*shiest that could only record.

Even when the Libra family was taking his life, his ability, ‘Notepad’, could only record.

But then, with his return, the amplification of the Notepad occurred. Not only recording and storing, but also recalling memories.

All the conditions were prepared.

“My future dream is to be a guardian knight of Libra.”

Now, Shion is about to record their downfall from the closest place to his enemies.

(MATURE CONTENT)I GOT HIT BY A TRUCK AND GOT INTO A STEAMY RELATIONSHIP WITH TWO FREAKING ALPHAS!I guess I was facing Karma. Who knew I'd be reincarnated into an alternate universe as a BOY?! And I became a BETA!why didn't I become an OMEGA? Afterall, I was more pretty than any male omega out there, probably because I was a girl in my last life.Well, living the life of a boy is so much easier. That way, I can do stuff I always snuck to do. Hehe. Ahem!Anyway, I got an apartment with two hot Alpha hunks, who I assumed to be dating but they weren't. They were something like friends with benefits.I somehow get involved in their 'relationship' and have to spend my day with at least one of them.It was exhausting but fulfilling.By the way, there seems to be something weird going on with my body. Do Betas become Omegas overnight?It might just be me being overly sensitive but just in case...If you wanna know more about what I'm talking about, read this new story. You'll like it.*********Check out the next generation of this book,To Byul (Omegaverse)And then my other book,It's Just A Picture (BL)

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”