The Game of Life - Chapter 25 - The Last Good Medicine

Seojin transmigrated into the novel named ‘777: The Crowned Sovereign’ as Seven, a side character.Here, he was the seventh child of the seventh archduke of the seventh kingdom of the seventh continent.On Earth, he was raised by his seventh stepfather and the child of the seventh ex-wife of the seventh mayor. He even had his seventh maid quit the job.He was also the seventh reader of the novel he transmigrated into.[Welcome, Seventh Reader! Your loyalty has been awarded.]With this many sevens, will he curse it as an unlucky number or… praise it seventy seven times?…Note: The author is a complete newbie and this is the seventh draft. Please don't expect this as such a grand story.Thanks. Merci. Danke. Bedankt. Terima kasih. Gracias. Salamat.Congrats! You just learned how to say ‘thanks’ in seven languages! ;P

“Mr. Gatson, there’s a little boy at the reception claiming to be your ancestor.”“Chase him out!”“I don’t dare to, his face looks like a younger version of you!”“...”Five years ago, everyone thought she had passed in the orchestrated explosion.Five years later, she returned with her adorable four-year-old and over a hundred million fans.Immediately, some people started panicking, and all sorts of schemes to defame and frame her came one after another.She kept her cool and dealt with their tricks one by one, destroying the menacing whore, and collecting evidence to make her enemies pay for their deeds.And finally, she was accidentally pampered to no end by the most valuable man in the city!

Four years ago, after a night of drunkenness, she had a relationship with a stranger and fled in panic upon waking up. Four years later, she returns with a soft, cute little bun by her side.“Bad uncle, you're not allowed to bully my mommy!”The man looked at the little bun, who was not even tall enough to reach his waist, and gave a charming smile. “Shouldn't you ask your mommy why you look exactly like me?”

Gu Shishi, a master of traditional Chinese painting, transmigrated into the role of a cannon fodder in a cliché novel.