The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife - Chapter 411: Detection of abnormalities

Poison — a cold-blooded assassin, abandoned by his family and cast into the shadows of the underworld. He lived without purpose... until a supreme being took notice.Just like that, everything changed.---In a world of swords and magic, rumors spread of a strange, otherworldly café. A place where both mages and ordinary people can enter foreign realms, fight legendary battles, and return with enhanced magical power and understanding.But there’s one rule whispered by all who know of it:Never offend the owner.He may look lazy, uninterested, and far too calm...But those who challenge him are never seen the same way again.They become “special slaves” — forever bound by punishment and magic, trapped in service to a man far more terrifying than he appears.---He owns the café. He controls the worlds. And now, he’s just getting started.

[WARNING: R-18 | Explicit content, graphic violence, and adult scenes]In a vast and dangerous world devastated by the Four Great Ancient Mysteries, who can survive without shattering into pieces? Who would be unlucky enough to face chaos itself?Mitsuki Kirishima is the greatest gamer in history—the absolute best of them all. Behind the screen he is arrogant and sarcastic, a full-fledged hikikomori. In real life, however, he has two small problems. One of them is his appearance: no matter what he does, he looks like a pale girl with dark circles under his eyes!One night he received a strange email. Thinking it was something serious, he ended up accepting a promotion for a mysterious video game called “Crimson Souls.” Big mistake. When he went to sleep that night, he felt something strange. And when he opened his eyes… he was somewhere completely unfamiliar!But that wasn’t even the strangest part—there was a system tattooed on his arm.Now, armed with what seem to be trash-tier abilities, he ventures into the castle of an ancient kingdom long devastated by the Ash. There, he will discover his fate under the title of “King of the Void,” along with potential companions who are completely out of their minds.Ah… and the final problem is that his social skills are practically nonexistent.What will happen to this weak gamer in this new world?NO YURI / NO YAOI / NO NTR

When I woke up, I was flabbergasted.I was in the world of Naruto, arguably one of the most dangerous place in the world.But I will survive, and reach my dreams neverthelessAlternate universe, be warned.I own nothing#naruto #antihero #genius #system

So, I died. Face-planted on my keyboard after a 72-hour coding marathon. Very heroic. My one dying wish? To finally get some sleep.But the twist is : I got isekai'd. But I wasn't reborn as a legendary hero with a harem and a cheat skill. Nope. I'm a rock. A Dungeon Core, to be exact.My new job description is simple: create a terrifying labyrinth, murder heroes, and generally be a menace to society.Yeah, hard pass. That sounds like way too much paperwork. My new life goal is achieving a perfect 100-year nap.Luckily, I found a bug in the System—or maybe it's a feature? My unique “Slumber System” gives me way more XP (they call it Dungeon Points here) when adventurers take a nap than when I, you know, kill them. My assigned fairy guide, FaeLina, is having a non-stop panic attack about this. Apparently, “aggressive coziness” isn't covered in the Dungeon for Dummies handbook.So, I leaned into it. I started building the world's first 5-star dungeon resort, complete with fluffy moss beds that feel like clouds, a tea shop run by a friendly slime waiter, and pillows that hug you back. The place went viral. Knights come for the naps, mages for the therapeutic tea, and bards for the sweet, sweet content.The problem? My five-star reviews are tanking the property values of the 'Blood Pit' dungeon next door. I'm being forced into official Dungeon Tournaments where my ultimate weapon is a lavender-scented fog machine. And the stuffy bigwigs on the Fairy Council are starting to think my little “peaceful revolution” is a threat to their entire “kill-stuff-for-profit” business model.But the more I build, the more I realize this isn't just me being lazy. I'm uncovering an ancient, world-changing secret about why dungeons really exist, and it's a truth the gods themselves tried to bury.My name is Mochi, and my quest is to level up from a sleepy rock to the God of Dreams. My final boss isn't some dragon or demon lord. It's the original God of Combat himself.And I'm going to challenge him to a Nap Off for the fate of all reality.Who knew the path to ultimate power was this comfy?