Senior Sisters, I don't Want to Work Hard Anymore! - Chapter 37 – Single dog and dog buns

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】Graves lived a content life, until he lost it all. After inheriting a hotel and immortality. As his final act, he sacrifices himself to save a woman's life.To his surprise, he reawakens to find the woman thanking him in an unorthodox way.His once normal life changes with this new power, and by comical chance, he throws himself into deadly situations to save women from bullets, blades, fire, planes, tanks, and trains.His new life is one of pain, except he always ends up on top.Join Graves on his comical struggle through the unnatural disasters he faces for the sake of his love life.

“My daughter will kill me.”A poor man, exhausted and overwhelmed by debt, dies and finds himself in his favorite novel as Arzoth Draven—the character he despised the most. Arzoth Draven is the infamous prince who constantly tries to undermine his brother, Evren Draven, the story's main protagonist. He abandoned his illegitimate daughter in a basement, only to be killed by her years later. Now, having transmigrated into the role of Arzoth Draven, can he avoid this grim fate? And on top of that, he also possesses a system.

In a world where humanity lives in suspended space, children undergo a fishing test when they come of age. Those with immaculate talents have the possibility of becoming great fishing masters.

In the endless sea, every life is imbued with a sacred mission. There are fish that can fly, turtles that have absorbed the worldly essence, and whales that can devour the heaven and earth… There are also countless fishers.

Fishing is an art.

There is an ancient saying: If you can’t fish, you might as well be bait.

What do you do when your brother dies because of some entitled assholes? You go undercover.My real name? Clare. But at school, I’m Clause—just another guy blending in. Disguised. Watching. Yes, a boy. No, it's not an all-boys school—I'm just deep undercover, hunting down the bastard responsible for my brother’s suicide. Nobody—and I mean nobody—messes with my precious brother and gets away with it. They better pray I never find them, because when I do? Death will be a mercy, and trust me—I don’t do mercy.And as for the egotistical Alpha and the narcissistic Vampire Prince? They can go fuck themselves. I don’t do mates, I don’t do claiming, and I sure as hell don’t do them.