Every Vicious Woman Needs a Loyal Man - Chapter 14.2 - This man is already mine

Luke was reading a novel and after reading it, he fell asleep.When he woke up he was not in his bed.He was somewhere else.This was a world full of magic.He finds himself transmigrated into the novel he was reading.He was in the body of the Skywing Wolf, a powerful commander-level demon attacking Silvercrest City.Luke didn't mind being human or demon.Being a demon might even be better; after all, demons were powerful in this world.But becoming the Skywing Wolf who had already invaded Silvercrest City? That was not good.The Skywing Wolf was a villain in the novel, who was going to die at the hands of the protagonist.He had one year time to get stronger, otherwise he will die at the hands of the protagonist.He was losing hope.That's when the system arrived.[Ding! Perfect host detected.][Do you want to accept binding?]“Yes, accept!” Luke stood up, excited.The heavens hadn't forgotten him after all.[System binding…][Binding successful!][Congratulations, host! You have obtained the Pregnancy System.][Impregnate Women, Have Children, obtain rewards and create the strongest Family]“Forming bonds and nurturing the next generation to become stronger—who wouldn't like that?” he thought with a smile.Especially in a magical world; if you work hard enough, building the strongest empire is within reach.[You have a newbie gift pack. Do you want to open it?]“Open it,” Luke said without hesitation.[Opening newbie gift pack…][Congratulations! You have obtained a Transformation Pill and a double purity blessing for all attributes.]Note: This novel doesnot contain NTR, YURI scenes. The MC goal is to create the strongest family.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

When I came to, I had reincarnated along with the base fortress from my sci-fi game. What’s more, I was in the form of the female avatar I used in the game. All around me was an endless ocean, with no iron, no fuel, no energy, nothing at all! No matter how advanced sci-fi technology is, without resources, nothing can be made. Despite this, the natives use some sort of incomprehensible technology called magic, and there’s not a trace of science to be found. Most importantly, I want to eat proper meals for nourishment, not just survive on IV drips! This is the story of a TS girl surviving in a fantasy world together with a super-advanced but spoiled AI administrator.

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”