Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God - Chapter 545 - I want this one

I seem to have reincarnated in the world of an r-rated romance fantasy novel. And not just as an ordinary character, but as the witch who loses her life to the crazy male lead!

Luckily there is a long 200 years until the main characters are born and grow into their roles.

Now that my life is not in imminent danger, shall we leisurely think of ways to avoid death?

However, I had not taken notice of a very important detail about the time I’d be spending ‘safe from imminent danger’. 200 years was by no means a short waiting period and by the time the younger version of the male lead appeared in front of me , I had completely forgotten the original novel’s plot!

Oh, whatever, now that it’s come to this, the only way to survive is to raise the male lead into a sane and stable adult! The first step to avoiding death by the hands of the tyrant male lead is changing this extremely frightened child’s life.

“It must be very inconvenient for you to have me suddenly show up on your doorstep, I’m sorry. You can tell me to go away, I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense. Do I look like someone who could be inconvenienced by a little boy like you? Also, what do you mean by you’ll be fine even if told to go away? It’s not like you have anywhere to go back to, kid.”

The little boy burst into tears.

‘Oh, this is so not it.’ Was what the witch thought to herself as the little boy sobbed

To Gu Mo, everyday life seems like a peculiar online game. He gets 'knocked offline' after being awake for 8 hours and can see other people's IDs and health bars.And even worse, he could enter some mysterious places in the city.“Buzz...for protecting...buzz...physical and mental health, users under 18 are subject to the anti-addiction system restrictions, your...online hours have reached eight, forced offline...login restriction...please complete quickly...buzz...official certification...”

A pervert transmigrates into the body of a character from a novel he was trashing or rather cursing with every fiber of his being. Mid rage-quit, the universe decided to teach him a lesson by dropping him straight into that very cursed world.Reborn as Eren Van Astrea in the realm of Velmora, where summoners reign supreme, he finds himself as the weakest side character imaginable. No summons. No QUOR. A half-elf son of a baron treated as garbage by his own bloodline: mocked, beaten, and forgotten.But when a mischievous god takes interest in his misery and grants him a game-like system, everything changes.Now every insult becomes fuel. Every enemy becomes a future regret. And every face that looked down on him? They're about to meet the ground.Eren isn't just seeking revenge against the family that discarded him. He's rewriting the entire story with himself as the villain they never saw coming.For Character Illustrationshttps://discord.gg/ht8sfcTCcR

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.