Despite Being Pursued As a Villain, All The Heroines On My Side? - Chapter 145: Who Is That Sweet Smell Coming From? (1)

He doesn’t have a name, a face, or a place in the story—except to guide others to their “happy endings.” For thousands of loops, he’s endured heartbreak, despair, and the crushing reset of the world every time something goes wrong. He’s memorized every line, every trigger, every rule: no deaths, no interference, no breaking the script.But Loop 1,204 feels different. The world isn’t punishing him for stepping off the path. Suddenly, he can change things—rewrite relationships, alter destinies, maybe even reclaim his own existence. But with freedom comes uncertainty, and the looming threat of the loop snapping shut once more.Can he finally break the cycle and find his own ending, or will the world reset around him one last, merciless time?

A moment of vulnerability results in Ye Beibei being manipulated into marrying Young Master Gu, a wheelchair-bound man.

Having imagined an idle and prosperous life within an aristocratic family—who knew that she would instead be enslaved into becoming a young nanny every single day?

Ye Beibei smacks the table. “Liar, I want a divorce!”

Young Master Gu pushes a cute baby in front of him. “You want a divorce even when we already have a child? Dear Wife, wake up!”

“…” Ye Beibei stares in confusion at the adorable baby who looks exactly like her.

Can anyone tell her when she gave birth to a child?!

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Follow him and his loved ones on their journey to become strong as they pave their own path through the battle-filled world of Naruto.

Will they be villains? For some, surely.

Will they be heroes? For others, maybe.

But anything they do is due to their own desire.

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