I Have A Martial Dao World - Chapter 740 - 739. The So-Called Demon Cultivator

My mother is the sweet, silly, and innocent protagonist of an angsty novel.

My mother was the substitute for the overbearing CEO’s unrequited love interest who ran off when she found out she was pregnant.

As for me, I’m nothing special. I’m just the child prodigy who became a hacker at the age of five.

…

Genius hacker Gu Chu found herself reborn in the pages of a tear-jerker book.

She had been transformed into a cute little five year-old. Her mother was the tragic female protagonist while her father was the uncultured, boorish male protagonist. There were also a gaggle of hostile, opportunistic relatives and a pretentious, seemingly-virtuous but vile-hearted aunt...

Gu Chu straightened her small little frame and began waging war secretly to help her mother.

What bad intentions could a five-year-old have?

She just wanted to protect Mama.

…

Until one day...

The man who had hunted her across half the globe in her previous life suddenly appeared.

As he stared at the weeping little doll-like child in her princess dress, the man fell silent for a long while.

After dying from a strange terminal illness, Ling Lan was reborn into a world 10,000 years into the future. Although she dearly wished she could just live a peaceful and uneventful life in her new healthy body, fate had other plans…

Forced to disguise herself as a boy just so she could inherit her deceased father’s premium military benefits, Ling Lan’s journey to adulthood was full of challenges. After much difficulty, she finally turned sixteen when she could drop the charade. But before she could grasp her newfound freedom to get married and start her own family, a twist of fate results in her being thrown into the Federation’s top military boys’ school.

With these twists of fate, Ling Lan had little choice but to walk further and further down a path of no return, one of cold and aloof dominance…

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I reincarnated as the villain’s younger sister who will be punished by the male lead. It was a forgone conclusion that both of us will die to the male lead if my older brother continued his evil ways. So I tried to live quietly while trying to change my wicked brother, but for some reason the male lead is lying in front of our villa? I can’t let him die, so at first I helped him up, but…the male lead’s condition is a bit strange.

Wait a minute…did it start already? The male lead’s mana poisoning? There is only one way to calm the enormous amount of mana within the male lead’s body. Immediate physical contact…

But that’s the female lead’s job!

Aren’t I the villain’s sister? Why me?! What the hell is going on?!

“Rose…Please, I need you. Save me…”

This is driving me crazy…I can’t turn a blind eye to the dying male lead, and there’s not enough time to find the female lead!

…Gosh, I don’t know!

Let’s save the male lead first! I’ll help him, then once I find the female lead, we’ll break up! I quietly approached him and we kissed. But as if that alone was not enough, with a deep sigh, he spoke.

“Let’s have a deeper relationship.”

“Deeper…relationship?”

“Kissing, and other things…”

He looked at me sorrowfully. I couldn’t take my eyes off this great beauty when he looked at me in such a somber way. Absentmindedly blinking my eyes, I inadvertently nodded my head. Then he pulled me in and locked his arms. With a dazzling gaze and a bright smile, he spoke.

“Rose, you’re my first.”

No, I can’t be your first time!

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.