I Became a Vicious Supporting Role in the '70s - Chapter 154: If Mother Won’t Eat, You Eat

Life can be very unfair most of the time, and Christopher is someone who knows this very well.Being an orphan, his chances of achieving great things in life were close to nil. But things change when he meets his lover. However, a series of events lead to his death.But that isn't the end. He wakes up in the body of someone just like him in another world, and with a system, one with an incredible ability.With his newfound cheat, he completely sweeps his way through the world and beyond.Angels? Demons? Dragons? Gods? Their titles don't matter, because in the end they will only have two options. Submit or die.

Enemies To Lovers+ Unfiltered Smut + Billionaire Romance + Strong Female Lead.From this:“I’ve slept with every woman in this house. What will it take to get that divorce, Brianna? Do I have to go after your mother next?”To this:“I don’t want anyone if it’s not you, my dear wife.”Brianna thought her nightmare was finally over the night she made her abusive, cheating husband fall to his death.But when he woke up in the hospital, smiling at her with tender eyes and calling her “the most beautiful woman he’s ever met”… she knew something was terribly wrong.This wasn’t the man who humiliated her, mocked her, and destroyed her name.Now, her deadbeat husband has become a possessive, seductive, and obsessed doting stranger—one who claims he’ll cherish her forever.[Excerpt]“Wife, your hands are dirty now. Go wash them. I don't want his scent on you.”That seemed like a good enough excuse to regain her senses with the timeout. Brianna sighed, already turning to limp, but the grip from the bed suddenly became firmer.She tugged further, but to no avail. Sighing, “Lucian, let go. I need to go to the restroom. I need a moment to... to process this.”She tugged her slender wrist again, against his hold, but his fingers were a collar of iron. He didn't even look at the door. His dark, fixated eyes were locked onto the palm Marcus Thorne had just grabbed.Lucian's voice was heavy with the haze of the concussion and a terrifying, sudden possessiveness. “No. I don't want you out of my sight. Someone else might... hold your hands again.”“I am going five feet away. I'm not a child, and I'm certainly not a prisoner. Now, let go so I can get this… this man's sweat off my skin.”“I'll do it,” Lucian muttered.However, before Brianna could ask how, he pulled her hand toward his face. Her eyes widened as she realized his intent.“What are you doing, Lucian? Don't you dare—Don't you dare lick my hand!”Brianna flinched violently, dragging her body backward until she was nearly doubled over the edge of the bed, but he was immovable. His concussed brain had simplified the world: Stranger touched Wife. Stranger's scent must be replaced by mine.“Stay still, wife. It'll be quick.”“What kind of animal are you—! Lucian, stop! This is unhygienic! It's… it's psychotic!” Brianna turned desperately towards the corner where Marcus Thorne was still standing paralyzed by the sight!“Marcus! Well, don't just stand there! Do something! Help me!”Meanwhile, Marcus Thorne looked like he wanted to jump out of the window! He was watching the President of Better Health, the most powerful man in the city, bring his wife's hand to his mouth with the raw intent of a wolf.Marcus stammered, his hands shaking as he took a frantic step toward the door. “I-I think I'll just... I'll leave the couple to their... their private recovery. Yes. Intimate recovery.”“Marcus! Get back here!” Brianna cried out with wide eyes of disbelief.But Marcus refused to look back. He gestured vaguely with a trembling hand, looking as though he'd just witnessed a ritual he wasn't meant to survive, and ran into the hallway. The door clicked shut with a finality that sounded like a prison cell locking.Brianna stared at the wooden door, her mouth agape. “You coward! You—”“Wife, I told you. Stay still.”...From deadbeat to doting, her husband has changed overnight. But if he isn’t the man she married, then something is wrong with her husband!A/N: If you are looking for a story with a cold-blooded yet possessive CEO, a genius female lead who takes matters into her own hands, and a 'he falls first but she falls harder' dynamic with a twist,then this book is for you!This book is participating in the WSA 2026!If you enjoyed the first few chapters, please support me by adding this to your Library, leaving a Review, and voting with your Power Stones and Golden Tickets! Gifts are appreciated too! Your support helps this “Goddess” climb the ranks!

“So basically... I'm a Necromancer from my game... in this world?”“...And I'm useless?”“Yeah, right.”---Alexander never expected his dull life to change—until a single message appeared. What seemed like a prank or an ARG from his game became something far more real.He transmigrates.Now, in the body of Asher Morgan, a nineteen-year-old with a lonely past. His plan? Stay under the radar, play it safe, and live like he always had—a gamer, a slacker.But fate had other plans.At Velcrest Academy’s Inauguration Ceremony, where students awaken their powers, Asher receives the worst possible class.“Outcast. Worthless.”That becomes his new name—until fate decides to change plans.The system glitches.—[ERROR… ERROR… Recalculating Awakening Process…][Hidden Ability Detected—Reawakening Process Initiated][SSS-Ranked Ability Unlocked: Sovereign of the Dead][Secret Evolution Triggered—Job Upgraded: Lord of Draconic Souls]—At first, he is frustrated, but then, he remembers....if the old Asher had lived to see this moment, he would have been miserable, abandoned, and forgotten.He reluctantly accepts his fate, ready to prove them all wrong.

In 1892, in the Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts Castle.Just as the freshly graduated William Richard “reluctantly” accepted the offer from Headmaster Blake to take the job of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts—he traversed through time once again and found himself in London a hundred years later.Upon receiving another owl from Hogwarts, he didn't hesitate much, and to continue learning his beloved magic, he once again enrolled as a rare fifth-year transfer student at Hogwarts over the past hundred years.Albus Dumbledore: Although I don't know why William keeps murmuring things like “I held you when you were a child,” putting that aside, he really is a diligent and studious good child.Sorting Hat: Az— Mmm...Tom Riddle: Shut up! How dare you call that great one's name directly?Harry Potter: Though Mr. Richard said he uses Unforgivable Curses as lighting spells and has built a tower of troll and goblin heads, I believe he must be a good person.