Wait a minute, where is my master? - Chapter 141 - 140: The Spotlessly Clean Shangjing City

In a world where everything is led by wizards, Ron, who transmigrates into this world and is struggling to fuse with the soul of the original body owner, has been taken to the Black Mist Jungle, where the guide sneers during the declaration:“If the assessment is not passed within a year, I will personally dissect your brain.”Just as he is in despair, a Panel awakens in his mind:[Ron Ralph][Age: 15][Current Profession: None][Current Profession Slots: 0/∞]

Qin Zheng transmigrated into the role of the Princess Consort, but Qin Zheng, an engineer dispatched to a foreign country, didn’t get the script for a palace drama, nor did she have the chance to experience the luxurious life of a Princess Consort. Because, the nation had perished. A eunuch held three feet of white silk and said, “Your Highness, the city has fallen. Please leave with dignity.” Qin Zheng: “…” What kind of beginning was this? In order to avoid being forced to commit su*cide, Qin Zheng had no choice but to go to the bed of her half-dead husband, the Crown Prince, and pretend to be deeply affectionate, shedding a few tears to delay time. Emperor Chu Chengji, founder of the Great Chu Dynasty, was valiant and skilled in warfare. He conquered the northern barbarians and drove out the southern savages, ushering in the prosperous era of Xuan Chu. He spent his entire life in battles, without a wife or concubines. Consequently, after his premature death, only a young scion from a collateral branch was selected to succeed him. He departed during the peak of his prosperous reign, only to open his eyes and find himself at the time of his nation’s demise! He was reincarnated as the current Crown Prince, his own nephew of many generations. Learning that the territory he had opened up in the past was directly lost, the Emperor of the founding dynasty couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation. How useless were these descendants? Back then, he could establish this long-standing empire single-handedly, and today, he could rebuild it! As for this stunningly beautiful Princess Consort, who cried so pitifully in front of him, the Emperor of the founding dynasty was extremely disdainful: “Women would only hinder his speed of restoration!” Later, the Emperor of the founding dynasty would knock on the door of the Pepper Room every night and ask, “Azhen, can I come back to sleep?”

Name's Julien Moreaux..I died of terminal-illness at twenty-four.Woke up as the villain.Not just any villain, Auryn Ignisar, Third Prince of the Dragon Empire. The one who gets betrayed, broken, and executed in Chapter 47 of a web novel I'd read twenty times while dying---Yeah some mad re-read value...I know!Well, here's the thing: I remember everything. Every assassination. Every artifact. Every traitor wearing a loyal smile. The Hero who's coming to “save” the empire by putting a sword through my chest.But I'm not the original Auryn anymore.I have a System that sees through lies. An SSS-Rank Talent that lets me CREATE from nothing—weapons, techniques, power itself. And I have zero intention of following the script.Root out the spies? Done. Claim legendary relics before the Hero does? Already moving. Outmaneuver two older brothers who'd sell me for a political advantage? I'm three moves ahead.My province is dying. My wives don't trust me. The Empire thinks I'm weak.Good.Let them think that, while I rebuild everything from the ground up, not into what it was, but into something the novel never saw coming.Dragons inherit thrones.I'm going to forge mine from the ashes of a fate that was never mine to begin with.Genre: Dark Fantasy, Progression Fantasy, Political Intrigue, Kingdom Building, Mature, Villain MC.Tags: Transmigration, Villain Protagonist, System, SSS-Rank Talent, Dragon Transformation, Multiple Wives, Anti-Hero, Overpowered.

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life.One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world.The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire.But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes.The Emperor loathed her.The mistress laughed at her.And the court whispered behind her back.Only she wasn’t truly alone.> “Finally, someone can see us!”“What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?”“Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.”Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace.When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court.Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity.> “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.”And Heaven sided with her.Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace.> “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.”“If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken.The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm.> “This is not palace fare,” he muttered.“It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.”Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead.From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured.Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm.Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire.She would not simply survive.She would rise.And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.