I was proposed to by the Final Boss.

“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?” “……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.” Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy. In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love. Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens. Return given profit with profit, loss with loss. The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal— Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered. Her specialty is mu*der. —- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.

I am the only person free from the control of the Status Window. * Just a word from me, and my status window is gone. To be more precise, an error occurred when I took over the possession of the body. “Ah, why didn’t the dragon drop a single artifact?” Thanks to this, I am gradually distanced from humanity.

I banished the protagonist. Shit. If only I had transmigrated a short while before.

Han Cai had a very good life, as he was born into a wealthy merchant family. He had access to anything he wanted, and he was always safe, protected by guards at all times. His family was one of the wealthiest in the town, and no one dared to offend them. All of this was going to change. Han Cai's father was taking him to the Sky Soaring sect, where he would begin his life as a cultivator. His past life was filled with regret and loneliness, and he was grateful for the opportunity to start anew in the world. But honestly, he knew he was a Scoundrel in his past life and will be one in this life too. He looked at his system panel [Name: Han Cai] [Age: 10] [Life Span: 40 Years] »Strength: 1 »Perception: 1 »Agility: 1 »Speed: 1 »Constitution: 1 »Intelligence: 2 »Charm: 1 [Exchange Points: 820 (1/day)] [System Update : ? (Collect 1000 Exchange points to unlock)] [Initiate Law of Equal Exchange?]

At eighteen years old, Lin Qingyu was married as part of a Chong Xi into the Nan’an Hou Mansion, becoming the ill Lu Wancheng’s male wife. On the eve of their wedding, Young Master Hou lay lazily on the bed and said, “Beauty, to be honest, I really don’t want to engage in domestic struggles. I just want to drift along, eat and wait to die. I want to be a salted fish.” A year later, Young Master Hou became gravely ill. He took Lin Qingyu’s hand and sighed, “Wife, I’m going to die, but I think I can continue to transmigrate. In order for you to properly recognize me in the future, let us set a secret code.” After the death of Young Master Hou, Lin Qingyu was prepared to stay a widow all his life. Unexpectedly, after only half a year, the great general who had rendered outstanding military service, actually came to propose marriage. Lin Qingyu would rather die. But the general said but one statement, “If odd, change; if even, remain the same?” Lin Qingyu: “…I will marry you.” After two years, the general died in battle. Before Lin Qingyu even had time to grieve, he was recruited into the palace by the Emperor. The emperor complained aggrievedly, “Baobei, this time I have became the Emperor. My salted fish dreams have been completely shattered…” Lin Qingyu knew that although his husband was a bag of lazybones, no one was his equal when it came to conspiracy and schemes. He rubbed the Emperor’s head. “Don’t think about it. Get started on those reports. Behave yourself.”

A young man who had longed for stories of good and evil since childhood lost his life in a tragic accident and was reincarnated as a boy named Chrono Mak in another world. He learned that in this other world, there is magic and witchcraft, and depending on how you train them, you can become as strong as you want to be, so he decided to become the strongest demon king in order to recreate the story of justice and evil he once dreamed of.

“Why is this happening…?” Mia Luna Tearmoon, Princess of the Tearmoon Empire, muttered to herself as she stood shackled on the execution platform. The faces of the spectators surrounding her were, without exception, filled with indignation. Before long, Mia was executed at the hands of the revolutionists, who were fed up with the heavy taxation. But the next moment, she unexpectedly found herself lying on her bed. It was eight years ago, when she was just a mere kid. For a while, Mia even wondered if she was hallucinating. However, what appeared on her bedside table was a bloodstained diary that she had written herself. That day, Mia’s screams could be heard echoing throughout the palace. Mia was not a vicious person by nature. She was simply incapable of understanding the pain and hunger of others, and by the time she discovered it, it was already too late to do anything. After she regressed back to her childhood, Mia struggled hard to trace back the events of the past with the help of her blood-stained diary and memories. Was it to save the future of a declining empire? Was it to save the soldiers who died in the civil war? Was it to save the people from famine? No, she had only one goal. To avert her fate of facing the guillotine (execution)!