House Dad's Literary Life - Chapter 72

Betrayed by his sister. Betrayed by chosen one's humanity. Betrayed by the Gods.That was how the life of Leonard, the Defier of Fate and the world’s greatest heretic, came to an end.When demons invaded human lands, he received a revelation from the Goddess. She commanded him to act as a spy, to infiltrate the enemy ranks and expose their secrets for humanity’s sake.To fulfill this mission, he had to sacrifice a part of his soul. He accepted a demonic contract, surrendered his soul, and became a demonic human. Risking everything, he provided critical information to the humans and helped them turn the tide of battle.But then, he had a shocking discovery.The war was nothing but a gambit between various gods and before he could act, the war was stopped out of nowhere.In an unexpected turn, humans and demons put aside their hatred and signed a peace treaty.Before Leonard could make sense of it, he was betrayed. Both demons and humans joined hands to kill him.“Fuck! If there is a next life, I swear I will tear you gods apart!”With this scream, he thought his suffering was finally over.But…When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the body of Kael Veydrin, the son of the Grand Duke of the Heizen Empire. But this new life was no different from the last.His sister wanted to get rid of him.Born with clogged vessels and no talent, he was nothing but a disappointment.A subject of fun and ridicule among the fellow nobles.Despite rebirth, nothing seems to change.The cursed fate.The distorted history smearing his name.A world that was against him.Leonard, now assuming the identity of Kael, let out a low chuckle.“Don’t worry, Kael. I will have revenge for both of us.”“They called me heretic right? I will show them how a true fucking heretic acts.”Follow Kael's journey, as he fights against the fates and injustices to drag the ones ruling above.

Due to being reincarnated into a financially struggling noble family, I had to find a way to make money.“Just wait one more day, and the next volume will be out!”“Next week is a hiatus? Are you out of your mind?”“Hurry up and give me the next volume!”“Quickly!”Before I knew it, I was overwhelmed with deadlines instead of romance.

Thea Lynch was seventeen when she injured her ear and temporarily lost her speech. Her parents passed away in a car accident, leaving her and her brother to rely on each other. Later, her brother was transferred for work and left, and she was taken to live at her grandmother's house in Westmere. During this period, her brother entrusted friends to check on her, and the one who visited most frequently was the “Third Brother”—Ian Preston, who was five years older than her.Coronet is over a hundred kilometers away from Westmere, yet he insisted on accompanying her to see doctors, patiently teaching her how to speak, and even appearing at her school gate every evening. He saved all of his gentle caring for her, but everything stopped abruptly before she could muster the courage to confess. Her secret crush was unsuccessful, and a sudden change at home caused her to leave, cutting off all contact with him.When they met again, it was seven years later when she returned home for a matchmaking date and was cornered by him in the restaurant corridor, “That guy downstairs, is he your date? How come after spending several years abroad, your taste has gotten so much worse? With better options around, how can you choose him?”“Who is the better option?” she instinctively asked.Ian Preston: “Me.”[Childhood sweethearts, getting back together, mutual unrequited love]

Every novel has a slag character, the one who decides to abandon the protagonist at his lowest, most helpless point, either because he can’t stand the poor guy’s circumstances or for other reasons. But after the protagonist wins his way in life again, they’re the ones who beg with broken sobs to be taken back.

Still, water once spilled can’t be recovered again.

Yet the unlucky Shen Jiayan has been bound to a Water Recovery* System to do just that.

*water recovery – comes from an idiom that means “spilled water can’t be recovered” (English equivalent: there’s no use crying over spilt milk).

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