The Strongest Master Venturing Urban - Chapter 47: No Matter Who You Are, Scram!

“Gate Hunter,” a virtual reality game based on the modern hunter genre.

In that game, Kim Woojin overwhelmingly ranked No. 1.

〈Player.〉

〈Congratulations.〉

〈You have exceeded our standards and shown potential.〉

[Notification: The final stage, Stage 6, has been unlocked!]

With that message, he finds himself reincarnated as the son of a wealthy Chaebol within the game. But there’s a catch—he possesses no physical talent, only boundless wealth and a terrible body.

‘Fortunately, there’s a solution.’

In this world, a master’s talent doesn’t limit their summons, and equipment can be augmented. And the class capable of summoning the most powerful allies is…

“Necromancer, isn’t it?”

Say goodbye to the poor necromancers!

A true Chaebol Necromancer has arrived!”

“What are you doing, Logan?”Jean’s voice was sharp, but her body betrayed her leaning into the warmth of his breath as his lips traced a sinful path down her neck.“You promised me a kiss every day, remember?” Logan murmured, his smirk curling against her skin.“Or should I read the contract to you again?”She should pull away. She knows this is wrong.But resisting Logan Kingsley?That was never in the plan.------------------------------------------------------Jean Adams has spent her entire life under the suffocating control of her powerful family, molded into the perfect daughter, the flawless businesswoman, and the untouchable heiress. But when her parents cross the final line, demanding she marry the very man who once shattered her, she refuses to be their pawn any longer. If they want a marriage, she’ll give them one. But on her terms.Logan Kingsley, her sworn enemy. A self-made billionaire with a reputation for winning, Logan has spent years battling Jean in boardrooms and beyond. They have never seen eye to eye, their hatred simmering since childhood. But when Jean offers him a deal, a contract marriage that benefits them both, he doesn’t hesitate.For Logan, marrying Jean is a strategic move. For Jean, it’s her ultimate revenge. Tying herself to Logan is the perfect way to break free from her family’s grip, humiliate them, and destroy the future they tried to force upon her. But as their fake marriage plays out under the public eye, their carefully crafted plan starts to unravel.Old wounds resurface. The line between pretense and reality blurs. And the one thing Jean swore she’d never risk, her heart, may become the biggest casualty of all.In a game of power, betrayal, and unexpected passion, Jean and Logan must decide: Is their marriage just a weapon for revenge, or has it become something far more dangerous?

Leon was once an ordinary man—until he died saving children and woke up in a new world as the last prince of the demon race. But his awakening comes with a cruel truth: the war is already over.The Demon King is dead. The once-mighty demon empire lies in ruins. And now, Leon stands amidst the ashes, surrounded by a handful of survivors teetering on the brink of extinction.Crowned Demon King by default, he holds the title—but there is no kingdom left to rule. The few remaining demons are barely surviving, hunted and outnumbered. Worse still, Leon, who once enjoyed the luxuries of modern technology, must now navigate a harsh world stuck in the Middle Ages.Can he pull the demon race out of their misery? Can he reclaim the power they once held? Or will history remember him as the last king of a fallen race?Follow Leon on his journey to rebuild, conquer, and defy fate itself.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.