COTE : There is Something Wrong With Hikigaya - Chapter 121: What Could Be More Important Than Dropping Out?

Easily cowed and bullied, she was the useless, ugly woman with no talent in medical skills. Supported by millions, he was Tianning’s most respected duke with the power to move all under Heaven. On their wedding day the bridal sedan was carried to the front doors, but the Duke of Qin’s gates were shut tight.

They told her, ‘Come back tomorrow.’

All alone, she walked step-by-step full of pride through the duke’s doors. Little could they imagine, this unattractive good-for-nothing was a beautiful, genius doctor of poisons!

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After transmigrating to the past, poisons expert Han Yunxi finds herself on the verge of being married off to the country’s second most powerful man, the Duke of Qin. Her future life seems set–except her husband is an unfeeling ice block, her in-laws think she’s a eyesore, the empress dowager wants to use her for her own goals, and poison-related plots abound.

Alone, the intelligent (and sensible) Yunxi must carve her own space from the intricate web of court intrigue and the jianghu, relying on her words, wits, and wisdom to survive. Adapt when necessary, use force when required; to survive and thrive is the name of the game to a prosperous life.

No matter what, she’ll prove her right to live!

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[5 Spell Books][280 Spells and Rituals][Ressuration Completed[System initializing… Synchronization in progress…][Synchronization Complete][Harem Codex Initiated]Every normal thing in his life took a great turn after he Fucked the goddess of lust.This is what I was born to become 'A Monster.' They will fear me! They will crumble in my presence! My purpose is not to save but to destroy, my legacy will be remember forever...Azrael was once the kingdom’s deadliest weapon, forged in the shadows by the criminal elders and a king who demanded perfection. But when his humanity cracked under their brutal training, they abandoned him to a witch-run asylum, branding him broken and useless. Left to rot in despair, Azrael met his end in the ward—until the witches intervened.Out of pity and defiance, they performed a forbidden ritual, combining 280 spells from five ancient grimoires. Their sacrifice gave Azrael a second chance, transmigrating his soul into a new body.He awakens with a system unlike any other: a reality-bending tool granting him the ability to charm and seduce powerful women, each conquest unlocking new powers and revealing deeper truths about his own existence.In a world where women dominate 75% of the population, Azrael uses his newfound abilities to climb the ranks of society, assembling a loyal and influential harem. But as his strength grows, so do the secrets surrounding his rebirth. Each revelation pulls him closer to uncovering the true nature of the system and the conspiracies that reach far beyond his betrayal. Is he the master of his destiny, or just a pawn in a greater game?-___A/N: Sypnosis not long, but gives all it should give, before you judge, read up to the first 15 chapters and leave a review once done.....See y'all in the book.You want a wise MC? You got it!You want an MC who will turn out not to merciful? You got it!Fast paced story? You got it!Something a little bit new, and out of the ordinary? You got it!Level up of both the MC and Villain and system? You got it![Adventure, Action, R18, Isekai, System, weak to strong, Handsome ML, Beautiful FLs, Demons, Monster Girls, Beasts, Apocalypse: All Check ..]

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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