Lee Seongjin, the strongest hunter who defeated the demon king. He possessed the body of the pig tr*sh Third Prince, the Holy Imperial Family’s shame. But the members of this family… there’s something strange about them? ‘Overpowered’ Holy Emperor. ‘Regressor’ First Princess. ‘Player’ First Prince. Lots of trouble and lots of words The story of the Holy Emperor and his children.

“….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.

Lu Lingxi died. As a child born by his parents through precise genetic matching, for eighteen years of his life, he lived entirely for his brother, who had leukaemia. He was his brother’s shadow, a “medicine reserve bank” for his brother’s treatment needs. Umbilical cord blood, stem cells, bone marrow… whenever his brother needed it, he would have no choice but to quietly lie on the operating table. Until the last time, when his brother needed a kidney and he never came off the operating table. When he opened his eyes again, Lu Lingxi became a teenager with the same name Lu Lingxi. Freed from the shackles of his fate, he possesses the mysterious ability to communicate with plants. Raising flowers, gardening and running a farm, Lu Lingxi begins a very different life!

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple. When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,” And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?” …. That monstrous duke had adopted me.