The Artist Who Paints Dungeon - Chapter 83

One day, when a novelist woke up from a restless sleep,he realized that he had transformed into his 12-year-old self.

[sexual content and lemons warning]Warning: Sexual content, lemons, Comedy, MILFs, Genius Mc and his harem.Possessive MC, Large Harem, Capable Harem members, No Conscience towards men, Mc is a Chill guy until anything happens to his women.~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~I GOT CLICHED!!!.When Xu Qianghua opened his eyes, he found out that he was reborn back in time before the game Immortal Odyssey: Paths of Destiny merged with his world.With only a few items left with him, Xu Qianghua is stunned and unhappy because he had a good life and was not like those who either betrayed or died to some really powerful monster.Until he saw the introduction of them:Family Token (Chaos): A small world with Immortal veins and high-level spirit crystal mines….Key of the Ancients(Chaos): A mini-world with infinite monsters and riches to collect….While Xu Qianghua also deals with his wivesXu Qianghua: Mother-in-law this is wrongSister Meiying: This is not wrong, I need to check if my daughter can be satisfied.The jumps on Xu QianghuaAfter a few hoursLiu Anwei: Brother Qiang, what were you talking with my mom about?Xu Qianghua: Nothing, your mother wanted you to have a new sibling, so she asked for my helpLiu Anwei: What?Read as Xu Qianghua and his now new try again with a different path from his past life which might lead them to ruin or become the strongest family out there.…..No NTR

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.