The Overlord of Blood and Iron (WN) - Chapter 292

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Sophisticated and abstinent domineering CEO + world-class beauty + pure love + flash marriage + secret crush + marriage first, love later + sweet pamperingIn the third year of being with Isaac Sutton, Clara Sterling finally realized he had been pretending to be poor to manipulate her feelings.She thought he was such a poor student that he couldn't afford to eat.Yet he spent 300,000 casually on a bag for another woman.She heard Isaac Sutton say, “She's from a single-parent family and has been missing a father's love since childhood. I'm just doing it to amuse her. Could I really marry her home?”When her mother was diagnosed with stomach cancer, Clara Sterling asked Isaac Sutton for money, but he was still crying poor.She turned around and married the aloof and abstinent Crown Prince.Later, Isaac Sutton drank so much he got gastric bleeding, and called begging to reunite.Silas Sheffield’s voice was cold, “She's asleep. Whatever you have to say, say it to me.”Clara Sterling initially thought she and Silas Sheffield were just in a mutually beneficial agreement.Later, she discovered that Silas Sheffield had secretly loved her for many years.

The story begins similarlly—a mid-level corporate worker dies and awakens in another world as a 19-year-old—but from there, Eren follows a very different path.Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream:“Graduate college.Get a job.Screw MILFs.”But reality wasn't so kind to him. Due to his hastiness, he forgot to check the company's background and accidentally enlisted himself into a black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death.Such was the fate of our protagonist, Erik.Exhausted after working nonstop 12-hour shifts for seven days straight, he lost his grip on reality and met a meaningless death, collapsing onto his desk in an office nobody would mourn.Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either.He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all?He woke up sleeping right next to someone!“What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!”Even crazier: in this new world, beauty standards were completely reversed. Here, the pinnacle of femininity was a skinny figure with small boobs and an even smaller ass, and women who didn’t fit that mold—busty, curvy MILFs—were mostly ignored, discarded, and lonely.“How crazy is that?” Eren voiced, grinning from ear to ear.But all of that was about to change, since he was here now. He'd make all MILFs his—starting with his deliciously thick, step-aunt.