I Found A Planet - Chapter 161 - Human Answering Service

Broken-hearted and drunk, Yoshida, a 26-years old salaryman, stumbled upon a runaway-from-home high-schooler on his way back from the bar.

“Hey, you. JK.”*

“What the heck are you doing out here. Go home already.”

“Uncle, let me stay at your place for the night.”

“You can do ‘that’ to me if you let me stay.”

“If you meant that as a joke, it’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking. It’s fine by me.”

“Then allow me to tell you that I have no interest in brats.”

“Hmm?”

“Then, just let me stay.”

Notes:

[*] JK is slang for Joushikousei (high school girl)

After being betrayed and killed by his own brother, 17-year-old orphan Elias Black is given a second chance—by a mysterious, demonic entity. Reborn with the “Devil’s System,” he must now collect souls, gain abilities, and exact revenge on those who ruined him.But each power comes with a cost—and the devil never makes a deal without expecting something in return.As Elias grows stronger, unlocking deadly skills and forming uneasy alliances, he faces an even darker truth: his rebirth is part of a much bigger, bloodier plan.

After being adopted by the Su family for so many years, Su Yan had always been grateful to them for raising her.

Within the walls of her family, she was filial, kind, and did everything she could to please her family. Outside those walls, she and her fiancé, Huo Nan, were on par with each other. They were an immortal couple that was respected by all. She loved Huo Nan to the core and even gave up her kidney for him.

This continued until the real daughter of the Su family, Su Qian, returned. Huo Nan betrayed Su Yan and climbed into Su Qian’s bed. He even allowed Su Qian to wantonly frame her and disfigure her!.

Su Qian even slandered Su Yan for seducing her fiancé. The Su family believed her and insulted Su Yan with the most unpleasant words in the world. However, they forgot that before Su Qian returned, Huo Nan was Su Yan’s rightful fiancé!

After she was killed, Su Yan was reborn to her 18th birthday and started her crazy path of revenge. Step one, inherit assets worth billions; step two, kick the scumbag to his death; step three, personally slice her white lotus of a younger sister.

In this life, all she wanted was to live an ordinary life with her blind and lame husband. After all, this man continued to help her willingly in her past life even though she rejected him countless times while her dearest husband betrayed her so ruthlessly!

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