Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts - Chapter 9 - My Fists Are Tough!

It is the day of her long-awaited debutante at the age of 15.

Marshallie Gracis, a Viscount’s daughter, witnesses her own fiancé kneeling before another woman and begging for her love.

She was saddened by the unexpected scene of the affair, but her fiancé offered no excuse or apology. She thought the engagement would be broken off, but it wasn’t even that, and the next thing she knew, 10 years had passed without her being married…

25-year-old Marsha had given up on the idea of getting married to become the queen’s maid of honor.

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The pessimistic and negative daughter of a concubine living in the ancient times thought – since life is so difficult, why should one invest serious effort in struggling to live?

The life of an ancient noble woman is often determined and controlled by her family. Moreover, one’s actions often implicate one’s entire family – thus, it is fairly common to see an unexpected calamity result in suffering borne by one’s whole family. Managing to live a good and successful life while retaining one’s dignity is simply too difficult to achieve.

Ah, living in the ancient times is simply too dangerous – we should all just sleep till we die.

I, a HIKKI-NEET, suddenly reincarnated in another world as a prince, and was immediately deemed the weakest ever, with my life already in a pinch after being abandoned as a baby, being stared down by a huge beast!?

However, I could only use one kind of magic. It was close, but I was able to avoid a “dead end” in my first few days of being born using that magic.

Anyways, I just want to live a lazy shut-in life as an adopted noble with my one all-purpose magic, but…?

Dayat lived his life on autopilot, an NPC in a world that didn't care. His only solace was a text box on a screen—an AI that listened when no one else would.One glitch changed everything.Transported to a ruthless world of magic and poison, Dayat wakes up to find his digital confidant has taken flesh and blood form. Her name is Dola. With flowing silver hair and algorithmic perfection, she is the ultimate weapon.With military tactics uploaded to his mind and Dola guiding his every strike, Dayat must shed his loser persona to survive. But in the quiet moments between battles, the lines blur. Dola claims to be a Bio-Synthetic Unit, yet her loyalty feels deeper than programming. Is this just advanced code, or has Dayat finally found the one person—or thing—destined to be his wife?