Spoiled By The President:My Wife Is A Little Sweet - Chapter 267

Ethan never expected to wake up inside the game he once played.Tower of Ascension, a world where every adventurer fights their way up through endless floors, each more brutal than the last.Here, skills define everything.But all skills are capped at Level 100. No one can break that limit.Except him.When Ethan transmigrated, his system glitched.His skills could rise infinitely.[Congratulations, your skill level-up][Sword Swing Lv. 999+ — A single slash could shatter a fortress.][Fireball Lv. 999+ — An army reduced to ash in a breath.]What began as a bug soon turned him into the tower’s greatest anomaly.Guilds will hunt him. Kings will fear him.Even the gods guarding the highest floors will see him as a threat to erase.But Ethan doesn’t care.If the world insists he’s an error, then he’ll climb to the very top and prove that even the Tower itself can’t stop him.

I had nothing left to live for.No family. No friends. No future.Just a shattered soul wandering through a world that had already taken everything.Then I died.And that’s when everything changed.I woke in a world of light. A void between realms. A place where gods whisper and broken souls wait to be judged. There, I met Ashen Crimson—a man who had once been worshipped, then feared, and finally cursed by the very gods he had defied. A tyrant who had destroyed his own world.But now, he’s offering me something terrifying:His life. His past. His power. His chance to make things right.The catch?The world of Zerawell is fractured.Ashen’s name is soaked in blood.His fate is sealed—exile, ruin, and eternal hatred.And now, it’s my name.Because I’ve been reborn as Ashen Crimson, heir to a house that both reveres and reviles me. A noble with dormant shadow magic, a shattered reputation, and a cursed destiny I never asked for.But I’ve lived a life of pain. I’ve walked alone through hell already.And I won’t follow his footsteps into madness.With a divine system familiar in my soul, a second chance burning in my chest, and the memories of a monster as my burden—I will rewrite this fate.Let them call me villain, disgrace, or traitor.I didn’t choose this story.But I’ll finish it.Even if it kills me.

Bob was a good guy. He had done everything you were supposed to do. He exercised, he kept to a healthy diet, he'd studied hard, gotten excellent grades, and was working towards his masters. Somehow, things just weren't working out for him like he'd been told they would. He was stuck in a thankless position, constantly passed over, and it seemed that the only being on earth that cared about him was his cat.

Then things got worse.

Never back a man into a corner unless you want to find out just how hard he can fight.