Silent Witch - Chapter 11Book 13: : Iris Flower

The story is about a a hitman, Who dies because of his own recklessness and transmigrates into a game he used to play after his retirement as a hitman.I'm not gonna spoil any further, but i might answer few of your questions.Is MC overpowered?Nope, he'll become strong over time and all battle he'll fight will be because of his effort and techniques.Is there magic and adventure?Yes! It have both magic like normal isekai with adventure and fighting with monsters and many other things. There are other important things like “Essence Stone” But let's talk about it in the chapters.There will be harem?Not really, He will be in contact with many beautiful female and males but one waifu but i haven't decided yet.All i can say is, give it a try, I'll try my best to make it worth your time.

Li Yu transmigrated to a world of the cultivation and martial arts. He became the head disciple of a low-ranking sect.

A one-night stand was all she wanted. A one-night stand was not his style. Still, they ended up together in a night of passion. No names, no feelings, and no complications.

They thought that their unexpected encounter was an isolated incident. However, fate had something else in mind.

As they found each other, back in each other’s arms. Not in a passionate embrace, but with a contract that would bind them for a long time. An agreement they were both bond to honor.

Daniella Hamilton was an heiress who wanted nothing to do with her father and her inheritance. She pursued her career to become a lawyer for the masses who could not defend themselves from the injustice in their current judicial system.

Alexander Princeton, as the name suggested, was a possible heir, next in line to his father, the Duke of the Blackstone House. He also wanted nothing to do with the title or the prestige of the dying Royal Empire. To him, wealth was the real power.

Would their agreement lead them to the fulfillment of their dreams or would it end up in a disastrous union?

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.