Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru - Chapter 163: Urovalus, The City Of Ghosts I

Viserys Targaryen was born with the blood of dragons and yet lived his life in exile. He was a prince with a lost kingdom and a fading legacy, an immature bastard who died a pitiful death. Unfortunately, that same death was coming for me now… as I found myself in his body right before molten gold fried my brain.Yes. Fuck Khal Drogo, and fuck the molten crown.With the memories from another life, in this world of betrayal and broken oaths, I had the chance to forge a new destiny for myself. Armed with the knowledge of the future, my own cunning, and [The Dragon System], I made the choice to flee from the Dothraki barbarians and take back what was rightfully mine.

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.

Jiang Cheng transmigrated into an urban novel, but his identity is not the protagonist!His identity is the fiancé of the villainous female CEO?!A business genius whose family fell into decline became a son-in-law?[ Ding! System activated! The system of the destiny villain has been activated! ]Gain villain value just by changing the plot and plundering the protagonist’s opportunities?[ Ding! Congratulations on getting the skill ‘Thug in Suit’! ][ Ding! Congratulations on getting the first heroine to confess her love to you. Villain value +9999! ][ Ding! Congratulations on successfully robbing the protagonist of his opportunity! ]Steal the protagonist’s opportunities and connections!From then on, Jiang Cheng went further and further on his way to becoming a villain.

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...