Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil - Chapter 1817 Festival of Intoxication

Being the author of the breakout novel, Gates of The Primordials, Jarren Fletcher did not care about the constant critiques claiming he had a habit of treating extra characters as mere plot devices, creating and then dumping them once they’d served their purpose.To Jarren, it didn’t matter. Extras were just that—extras. All that mattered was the main character.But Jarren never expected to wake up in his own story, reincarnated as one of the meaningless, disposable extra characters, Deremiah Morcant—a coward who took his own life to escape the perilous challenges of the Gate Trials.Now, Jarren has to face those deadly challenges himself in the body of a weak, insignificant extra. He must find a way to survive in the rules of the dangerous world he had created, whilst also trying to save it.But time is running out. The next Wave is coming, and so are the paragons.

A wedding took place, and the richest man of Shencheng married a woman notorious for her bad reputation.Ning Guiwan was known among the upper class as a calamity—tormenting her sisters, causing her mother's death, leading an unseemly private life, despised by her father, and cast abroad to fend for herself.Four years later, she returned and directly took hold of Shencheng's most esteemed man's arm to enter into marriage, leaving the whole city in shock.However, amidst the doubts, Ning Guiwan presented a post-marriage agreement to Quan Yu, with the last clause reading: beyond cooperation, there shall be no involvement with each other.Quan Yu pinched the girl's waist, his lips curving into a smile, “You start the game, but I decide how to play it.”……Everyone said that Ning Guiwan, relying on the favor of the Quan Family's old matriarch, forced Quan Yu to marry her; otherwise, how could a man with such sound principles fancy a woman not only beneath his station but also with a scandalous past?But those who knew the truth shook their heads. Sound principles? Nonexistent. To get his wife, Mr. Quan resorted to all kinds of dirty tricks, even deceiving the old matriarch, yet Mrs. Quan, with her cold exterior and hard heart, married him but refused to love him.Until one day, Mr. Quan accidentally got injured, causing Mrs. Quan to frown.Then—“It's terrible, Mrs. Quan, the master has injured his arm, please come back and see him!”“It's terrible, Mrs. Quan, the master has injured his leg, please come back and see him!”“It's terrible, Mrs. Quan, the master...”“What happened again?”“The master says he's sick, please come back and see him!”“What sickness?”“The master says it's... lovesickness...”“……”[A pampering story, sweet to the extreme]

On this land of real souls, with millions of different martial art institutions, there’re so many strong fighters just like the trees in the forests.

Lin Ziyin, modern day mechanical professor especially hired by the school, had the potential for great achievement in her field. However, due to family reasons, she could only treat her mechanical research and teaching as a secondary job, pouring all her energy into the farm and the food business before. Despite her low-key approach, she was unable to suppress her sister's rage, and a furious car crash sent her straight to ancient times.Indeed, she had excellent character, so why did the heavens send her to the sparsely populated Northern Land. Known as the death zone, those who were banished to this borderland would spend their lives and perish there. However, Lin Ziyin was quite satisfied with her own identity. Even if she had lost the protection of her parents, she still had the protection of her siblings and grandfather. Of course, she also had her younger brother and nephew at home who needed her protection. This abundance of familial love was enough to compensate for the hardships caused by poverty at home.Poverty, she wasn't afraid of, as she had experience in farming. With large swathes of uncultivated land, the Northern Land was practically custom-made for her. The heavy workload didn't matter either, she was proficient in designing all kinds of small tools. Whether it was the emperor's absurdity, not providing aid to the border king, or the shameless Tatars that would rob them frequently, none of these posed a problem for her. She could think of solutions for everything. It wasn't uncommon for the border king to tell everyone how lucky he was to have married such a wonderful queen!