I Was Reborn With All Max-Leveled Classes of Mage, Warrior, Rogue, and Healer! - Chapter 272 - Take His Life While He’s Sick!

Chi Yaoxi, showbiz’s most famous figure and winner of the best actress award was being cheated on by her boyfriend—and it had to be with her stepsister! And his excuse was that she’s not willing to cohabit and have a child? Laughable!

Chi Yaoxi attended a high-class party, intent on getting drunk and throwing money to a handsome face, whom she would spend the night with! Once she got tipsy, Chi Yaoxi threw herself into the arms of a gorgeous man.

“You’ve caught my eye. Come to my room tonight, and I will give you millions.”

Li Qianming, a CEO of his own right, was stunned. He had met countless women who wanted to seduce him—this was the first time he met one buying him for the night. At the same time, the woman’s stunning figure was latched to himself, her warm breath spraying all over his face. He carried her to his room.

Waking up the next day, Chi Yaoxi smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I was drunk last night, but I will pay you anyway.”

Li Qianming studied her in her naked form with just a towel covering his own modesty, and whipped out a prenuptial agreement. “My son likes you. Let’s get married today.”

“What??”

When Yu Yao opens her eyes, she realizes that she has transmigrated into a book that she had once read. It’s a book containing a typical story about a real daughter and a fake daughter.

The real daughter was framed, and the fake daughter was pampered by everyone. Her biological brothers had only been doting on her fake younger sister—who had been switched at birth—and hated Yu Yao tremendously. They even believed her fake sister’s lies and sent Yu Yao to a mental hospital.

Yu Yao is in the mental hospital being tortured by a perverted director when the story begins…

Our protagonist has transmigrated into the body of the pitiful real daughter, Yu Yao. She is racked with helplessness at having to endure this living hell...

What bothers her the most was that this was only the beginning. She’s aware that even if she escapes the hospital, her fake two-faced sister would not let her off so easily. Her elder brothers, who do not recognize her as family, would also help this deceptive snake in dealing with her. In the future, there would be constant trouble, and living a peaceful life would be far out of her reach. Just as she perks up and prepare for battle, there seems to be a shift in plot...

The Second Brother, who had always been the meanest to her, rescues her from the mental hospital hastily and starts showing her concern. He is tender and affection is written in his eyes.

Meanwhile, her most ruthless Eldest Brother, who had never considered her to be his younger sister, starts treasure her. He begins listening to her every demand whilst cold-shouldering her two-faced fake sister.

Yu Yao is confused. What’s going on here? This isn’t in the script! Why was she, who was supposed to be shunned by all and constantly the target of their bullying, suddenly being pampered by so many people?!

It was only after a long time that Yu Yao realizes what had happened—her elder brothers are all transmigrators too!

Originally, the book ends with a tragedy befalling the family. The two-faced fake sister betrayed them all and sent them to a tragic end. It was Yu Yao who rescued them and died in the process. After Yu Yao’s elder brothers transmigrated, they swore to protect Yu Yao with all their might as they worked endlessly to win her favor.

Every drop of this family bloodline is stained with sin. They are the embodiment of contradiction; calm yet maniacal, with great memories yet often forgetful. They pledge themselves to their dreams yet often compromise, are angels that are also devils… It’s why I hate them. And also love them.

The only hope of his family, a youth with the blood of elves and devils walks on a battleground of annihilation and rebirth. He wills his way through boiling lava and icy depths, killing on this field of despair to strike down the lofty figure in his sight. One day he’ll grasp his blade tightly and survey his surroundings, only to find no more enemies to kill.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”