Poison Genius Consort - Chapter 8: Into the nuptial chambers

Ji Chen Ai has always wanted to be a good person until he was physically disabled for some reason.

When he is being neglected by his parents, Ji Chen Ai just smiles. When he is being bullied by his brother, Ji Chen Ai just smiles. However, when someone pushes him and his wheelchair down the stairs, Ji Chen Ai can’t smile anymore.

But why is it during this time, that something came out suddenly and tells him that he must be a good person?!

System: Our goal is — No! More! Bad! People!

- Description from Novelupdates

(Naruto + Single Heroine Tsunade + Romance + Action)A failed author transmigrates into the Naruto world, becoming the younger brother of Konoha’s White Fang, Sakumo Hatake, and the uncle of Kakashi. He gains a cheat ability—enhanced cellular activity.Coincidentally, just before the Second Shinobi War, he participates in a Jonin meeting where he supports Tsunade's proposal ahead of Dan Kato, marking his first encounter with her.From then on, he launches an intense pursuit, winning her heart during the war.Tsunade: “Kawakaze, why do I keep losing to you?”Kawakaze Hatake: “Because I’d like to live a few more years...”Kakashi: “My uncle is amazing, I’m his biggest fan!”Kawakaze Hatake: “Keep it low-key, keep it low-key.”

His name was Brayden Neal, and he was an ordinary citizen. At eighteen years old, he was bestowed the title of a king!

After ten years of fighting in the northern borders outside the kingdom, he finally returned home. He swore to kill three people the moment he arrived at the capital…

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.