Thriving in the Beast World - Chapter 5 - : The Injured Beastman

Three years ago, he got into serious trouble for a woman's sake and ended up serving a three-year sentence.Three years later, he returned triumphant, only to find that the woman had sided with their enemies, and his closest friend had been ruined.In life, simplicity reigns: with the sky above, the earth below, brothers in the heart, and the beloved in the embrace, one needs nothing more.Yet, life is not always simple: facing obstacles from gods and buddhas alike, he vows to conquer all challenges across three thousand worlds. Nothing can stand in his way!

Su Jinyue is a female chairman who owns billions of assets, but she is sent to prison by a couple—her boyfriend of seven years and sister. As a prisoner on death row, she hears the gunshots, and when Su Jinyue sees a familiar figure running towards her through the blood, she smiles sadly. Only then did she realize that she had fallen in love with this man.

If she could start over, she would definitely choose to marry him.

The blessings of fate bring her back to the beginning. Reborn, she returns to the beginning of everything. She swears never to make the mistake of her previous life again. She would never believe in her glib sister and boyfriend. More importantly, she has to figure out what secrets are hidden in her bracelet and background.

She wants power in this life, and so does he.

As for those who owe her and had harmed, she will not show mercy either.

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.

Miracles don’t come walking your way by themselves.