Common Sense Manipulation App - Chapter 33 - Emotion

The Domain Of Gods exists!

For years, Cain searched for ways on his Modern Earth to travel to the world where beings akin to Gods roam about. Nobody believed he could do it, but Cain never gave up.

And after so many arduous years, he finally created the ritual that would transmigrate him to the Domain Of Gods!

When the ritual had actually worked, Cain should've been positively elated. He even managed to transmigrate into the body of a genuine Dragon Prince. But, there was one major problem.

Despite being the grandson of a Dargon God, he had zero cultivation for 18 years of his life!

But, instead of feeling despair or cursing his luck over such a cliche scenario, Cain welcomed this problem with a maddening smile.

Who cares if I have zero cultivation?! I will become a free reign expert no matter the means!

Kurono Maou is a high school student who is sensitive of his sharp eyes and bad expression. No girlfriend but gifted with friends in his own way, he had been living a peaceful life.

“I want to make sure that I keep an eye on what is mine…”

[r18+ . explicit mature content . no rape]

Princess Xenia eluded her arranged marriage only to end up in the arms of someone more devious… King Darius, the ruthless and impetuous ruler of the Kingdom of Cordon. And even if she fought and pleaded for her freedom, the beast refused to let her go, claiming that her life was no longer hers to decide, but his alone!

Will she be able to cope with this unexpected twist of fate? Or, as everyone predicted, will she succumb to “Fate”?

Find out how things would turn for our stubborn Princess while she faces the Crown’s Entrapment the shameless and possessive king had in store for her!

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