Building Harem And Dungeon With Monster Girls - Chapter 38. Throne room

Cen Xi as a god of poverty, her performance had always been very good, until…

One day, Cen Xi woke up and found herself in another parallel time and space, turned into an unlucky eighteen-tier actress and having a hidden big boss.

Cen Xi, who was born in the divine realm moved to stay in the big boss’s house. Since then, the big boss began to fall in love…

But Cen Xi found that her sealed divine powers were slowly coming back.

Was it that the way to go back was to lose and spend the boss’ properties?

So Cen Xi started spending the big boss’ money and swiping the big boss’ cards, hoping to return to the divine realm as soon as possible.

But why did the money of the big boss keep increasing? And it was increasing faster and faster?

Her powers as a god of poverty was almost overwhelmed by the speed of the big boss’ wealth!

This was too unscientific!

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Lu Jingcheng: ? ? ?

The wives that others married are getting richer. The wife that I married is trying to make me go bankrupt?

- Description from Novelupdates

When she stands, she’s like a white peony. When she sits, she’s like a tree peony. When she walks, she’s like a lily flower. And when you look her in the eyes, she’s like the Great King of Terror.

Despite having the qualities to be a peerless bishoujo, because of the look of her eyes and that atmosphere of hers, she’s feared by others; such a girl is forcefully sent to another world.

Being told that she would be granted a wish as a special favour, the girl made a wish────

“Make my eyes and atmosphere normal please.”

This is a story recounting the lifestyle in a parallel world of a girl who would be perfect (probably) if just her one weakpoint was overcome.

A fantasy comedy with magic, dungeons, and a hero and demon king(candidate) who she gets tangled up with.

The most domineering, arrogant and beautiful Omega in the Tarot Empire, Le Yao was arranged to marry General Xu Yao, who was known as the ruthless King of Hell.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.