Max Leveled Boss is Forced to be Pampered by Others - Chapter 51 - : My Poor Grandson (1)

Zhao Yi woke up to find himself in a romance novel set in a Mystical World, where he became the supporting male character driving the plot between the male and female leads!And he’s not just an ordinary supporting character — he’s the sixth prince of the royal family, rich and powerful.However, the female lead, who is supposed to be his fiancée, falls in love with the male lead — a young monk who possesses a ring which contains his master’s soul serving as his golden finger.This time, no longer clouded by love, Zhao would do whatever it takes to get his revenge.

She thought she was dead but she woke up inside a novel – to an extra who will die a year later.Not wanting to die like this, Alexa decided to tame the male protagonist in the form of a dog. Two years from now, the male lead will return to his human form. In the meantime, she was thinking of leaving the Grand Duchy after receiving the right pay for doing them a favour.The problem is that when the male lead returns to his human form, he forgot all his memories.“You have to remember me, okay? There’s no point in looking so cute. Promise me!”She told him many times because she didn’t want to mistakenly die by the male lead’s hands, who became a villain.But,“You told me to remember, so I remembered everything. Alexa.”Ysildus unbuttoned his jacket.“If there’s no other way to return that favour then I have to pay it with my body.”A cute puppy that grew up into a weird wolf.Damn, what did I raise?

The journey to the martial peak is a lonely, solitary and long one. In the face of adversity, you must survive and remain unyielding. Only then can you break through and continue on your journey to become the strongest. High Heaven Pavilion tests its disciples in the harshest ways to prepare them for this journey. One day the lowly sweeper Kai Yang managed to obtain a black book, setting him on the road to the peak of the martials world.

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Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.