The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter - Chapter 169 - He’s That Vicious Person

My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.Truth is? I don’t even like this world.I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.They think I’m a failure.Maybe I am.But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.

Buried alive. Forgotten by the world. Cursed to refine death itself.Rin Xie clawed his way out of his own grave with nothing but broken nails, shattered bones, and a core pulsing with rot. In a world where the heavens punish the wicked with celestial fire, where death cultivators are hunted like beasts, Rin awakens with a forbidden path—one that feeds on pain, suffering, and the ashes of the dead.He cannot heal. He cannot forget. But every wound, every betrayal, every death he witnesses becomes fuel for his ascension.Under a crimson eclipse, he walks through battlefields where spirits still scream. In deserts of bone, he consumes lotus flowers blooming from despair. He learns techniques the heavens sealed away in fear—Soul Wither Pulse, Requiem Bloom, Grief Reclamation.But the deeper he dives into death, the less human he becomes.He no longer cries for the fallen.He no longer prays for peace.He begins to wonder—what kind of death should he become?In a world where power devours morality, Rin Xie will either become the end of all things...Or something worse.

Weiss, who was a great sorcerer, was reborn. Not only did he return to his youth, but who was this sexy blonde girl in front of him?

This blonde girl wanted Weiss to become her only male pet?

Furthermore, this was the women’s world. The power dynamics of the world had been flipped on its head. Men were responsible for household tasks while women were responsible for providing for the family... “I am a great sorcerer. I can’t just be smitten by beauty in this women’s world!”

“However, why does this female-dominated world feel a little different? The sexy blonde girl at the start knew a little magic?”

“The magical elements of this women’s world doesn’t feel too weak?”

Dumped by his girlfriend for being broke, killed in an accident by a truck, only to get transmigrated into a fantasy world as Lucien Goldveil, noble heir of a rich nobility in the kingdom of Edoria.He should be content since he was now filthy rich, but he couldn't, as this world was a world of magic where money without power was only a curse.What he would face next would only be endless conflict and the hounds looking at his wealth with those hungry gazes.---Ding[Debt Collector System has been successfully bound.][Detected failure to collect debt from target: Alchemist Devan.][Automatically extracting compensation of equivalent value…][Congratulations! You gained: Minor Mana Sensitivity (Passive), +1 Intelligence.]---Fortunately, his system came on time, giving him that glimmer of hope. Now, it all depends on his ability to exchange his vast wealth for power by playing his cards right.With the kingdom teetering on the brink of war and the Godveil family surrounded by hungry wolves, Lucien had no choice but to grow stronger and fast.Not to mention finding those behind the shadows hellbent on killing him, or those trying to kidnap him for his wealth. Wealth without power was a curse, and it was on Lucien to change it into a blessing instead.And those dungeons… Wait a minute—why the heck does this world have so many dungeons?