My Sassy ‘Crown Princess’ - Chapter 455 - Body Refining in the Dragon Transforming Pool (1)

The top-tier professional player Lis woke up to find himself having crossed into the “Divine Revelation” game, becoming a Viscount enamored with magic. Knowing that he would soon face a continent engulfed in war smoke, grand otherworld expeditions, the mysterious decay of the World Tree, and the constant threat of Abyss Demon invasions... Lis admitted he was a bit panicked. ...... Fortunately, the game system was still in place, and he still possessed the “All-Purpose” Talent. With the memories of his past life, he switched his class to Arcanist, analyzed the Element Model, reshaped the world’s rules, and step by step ascended to that supreme throne. ...... Players complained about him, “This boss is too perverted, he can even grow stronger, we protest!” Elves worshiped him, “Lord Lis is the strongest Divine Favored, he has brought peace to the world.” Mages praised him, “He is the pioneer of magic, as well as the Guardian. His revered name is Lis Kane, He is the god of the arcane.”

[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”

Lin Luoran is a 27-year-old girl from a rural family. She doesn’t have a college degree, let alone any money.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.