Legendary Superstar - Chapter 77: Yura

Note: This is a translation but I will try to make it a good translation as possible. This is R18 which contains graphics scenes. You have been warned about it.NO NTR, NO YURI, HAREM, MILFIn the rustic heart of a sleepy village, Long Gen, a seemingly dim-witted wanderer, hides a cunning mind beneath his foolish facade. Nicknamed “Dragon Root” for his irresistible charm, he masterfully plays the fool to win the hearts and desires of the village's women. From the yearning widow at her doorstep to the curious sister-in-law peering through her window, no beauty escapes his allure. As Long Gen roams the vibrant fields and tangled forests, he weaves a tapestry of seduction and mischief, leaving a trail of whispered scandals and smitten hearts.

After coming out of a tunnel… it was pitch dark.

The world was about to end and his life was about to change.

But Mark, a pathetic and ugly 30-years-old man, was more concerned about his relationship situation than anything else.

He lived a lonely life and as he grew older his face became uglier than it already was, so the chance of marrying his ideal woman was slim to none.

Like everyone else, he wanted a second chance... And his wish was granted in a way that he never expected.

One day, after falling asleep during his daily self-reflection, he suddenly realized that he didn't wake up inside his room.

Then he realized that he was given a second chance to redo his life in a different universe.

But is this the second chance that Mark yearned for?

It didn't take Mark too long to understand that this world was beyond his wildest imagination and he was caught up in a greater plot than he expected.

Will his desire to find the love of his life matter in front of the truth behind the creation of the world?

Follow Mark's journey as he travels beyond time, beyond space, and beyond reality where he may finally find the love of his life.

After all, it takes more than just determination to change oneself and reach one's goal.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.