A Transmigrator's Story in the Hyuga's Main Branch - Chapter 159: Unseen, Unheard: The Tale of Obito Uchiha (3)

This novel is also known as Mr. Mayor Please Be Kind

She is an old spinster of average status. He is young and powerful, achieving status as a high ranking official of River City within a span of just a few years. She had a deep love, but being unable to endure the harsh reality of life, she left. He had also loved once before, but he had been suffered betrayal from his girlfriend and friends, he delayed his marriage.

Having exchanged a few coincidental glances with him, she mistakenly assumed him to be her blind date, and without asking any other questions, she directly inquired him: “Do you want to come with me to get a card (marriage book)?”

He recognized this woman, and holding her with a feeling that was neither love nor hate, pleasure replacing surprise, he nodded: “I’m free in the afternoon!” He had not corrected her.

As per martial business, she offered him an agreement, calmly stating: She will agree to roll the bed sheet once a week! He quietly raised an eyebrow, mouth half-smiling, and flamboyantly signed his name. So because of this agreement…

“Wife, it’s late, let’s get some rest,” the man stated. The woman looked in to his eyes, nodded, and turned off the bedside lamp. In the darkness, a pair of large hands probed into her clothes, caressing her skin like satin. It was a beautiful night.

On the second night: “Wife, it’s late, let’s get some rest, ” the man stated. The woman looked in to his eyes, nodded, turned off the bedside lamp and lay down to sleep. His dark, large hand reached up to her again and slid into her clothes, probing her smooth skin until it was then suddenly caught.

“What are you doing? ” the woman asked coldly.

”There is a marital agreement to fulfill! ” the man said, take it for granted, and then pressed on top of the woman. It was a spectacular night.

The next morning, the woman who was brimming with an aching waist and grief, came out from the study room with eyes wide open, angrily said: “Su Yicheng, you crafty Official!”

The agreement read: marriage, rest once a week!

Love after marriage, warm and spoiled.

- Description from Novelupdates

Being taken away of all his freedom, Noah was thrown into the jail accused of a murder he hadn't committed.

This incident broke his personality permanently, getting out of the jail Noah started living as a shut-in giving up at everything.

Noah read novels as a mean to pass his time, while reading novels an particular novel caught his eyes, it's name was 'the hero of velveric fights the demon lord'

'It's a harem novel......'

That was what Noah had thought in the beginning but, it all changed at the end of the novel.

'What the Hell's with this crazy novel!'

The protagonist and all his harem members were killed and in the end the demon Lord took over the world.

It was then, after finishing reading the novel, Noah started coughing out blood and succumbed to his lung disease.

Opening his eyes Noah found himself in a body of a 8 year old kid of the Melvix family which appeared in that crazy novel.

He was known as the garbage of the Melvix family by all the knights and family members but that didn't matter to Noah. What matter is that-

'It's impossible to survive in the novel if you are not strong enough......'

I’m a short blind loser who can’t even walk or see properly without the sword?Yes… That’s exactly itBut that doesn’t mean the sword is my main body…!

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.