How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess? - Chapter 42: Red Demon Little Chieftain

After the hard struggle of a post-80s Shen Feiyang, he met with a tragic car accident in his fifties. When he again opened his eyes, he did not see the white walls of a hospital, nor had he arrived at the netherworld. Instead, he had transmigrated into the body of the post-50s young girl, Shen Yunfang.He had transmigrated into an era where people could not get enough to eat or sufficient clothes to wear.Humph, such hardships could not defeat a wise woman who had battled through society for half her life. Watch as she, with a chicken in her left hand and a duck in her right, carries a chubby baby on her back and sings triumphantly along the way.

Garbage Warrior System is a dark fantasy-action novel set in a world ravaged by monsters that first appeared a century ago through unregistered portals. Humanity’s survival depended on mysterious “Awaken Stones” that granted people combat skills—but without status windows. In this brutal era, greed, betrayal, and power struggles define society.Rai Ichiro, an orphan from the slums, awakens the most humiliating ability imaginable: “Garbage Collector.” Mocked and ridiculed, he seems destined to remain powerless. But when a hidden interface appears—The Garbage Warrior System—everything changes. Unlike others, Rai can absorb discarded trash and corrupted remnants, leveling up and unlocking skills no one has ever seen.From the shadows of despair, Rai must rise—protecting his fragile younger sister Yuki, surviving gangs and bullies, uncovering the truth behind corrupted rifts, and facing monsters that grow deadlier with every wave. His path is one of secrecy, survival, and unstoppable growth.A warrior forged from waste… destined to stand above kings.---• Business ContactFor business inquiries, publishing, or adaptation rights (Webtoon/Manhua/Light Novel collaborations), please contact:[email protected]

She killed his wife, destroyed his reputation, and ran off with his son. 8 years later, she returned home with her genius son, who already had a fiancée. “Give me the child, or you can’t afford the price.”“A girl who eats meat and vegetables doesn’t suffer, if you want a child, find yourself a woman to give you one.”

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]