saitou handyman

Update: 3 times a week What would you do if you woke up as an infant in an unfamiliar world? Why, earn money and build your power, of course! Sold off by her "biological" father to a brothel? This entire red light district belongs to her! Minister's family? Who do you think you are? Not even a Head Minister and already so arrogant. She burns her past to cinders and starts her life anew. But why does this prince from another kingdom keep following her around? And is she really as simple as she seems? This reincarnator, just what could she be hiding in her past? Why does she sometimes have such empty eyes? Such a conflicted sense of self? And, if she is a virgin, how can she be so knowledgeable about what goes on between couples?! Author's Note: Like the cover? Thank Kiz#4961! Please don't be mean if you don't like the art or style, he took time out of his busy schedule to draw the cover and even gave it to me for free! Please be appreciative of the hardworking, creative people!

​“The peak of the mountain is just the beginning of the sky, and the sky has no end. Why is everyone in such a hurry to climb a ladder to nowhere?” ​In the Azure Heaven Immortal Sect, a sprawling monolith of ten million souls, strength is the only currency. Here, geniuses fly on lightning swords and elders pluck stars from the firmament. And then, there is Han Xiao. ​For one hundred years, Han Xiao has been a "Probationary Disciple," a rank so low it is practically invisible. While his peers ascended to godhood or crumbled into dust, Han Xiao stayed behind, trapped by a mysterious Mortal Mindfulness System. The System denied him Qi, denied him techniques, and denied him aging. Instead, it gave him chores. ​He has spent decades as a stable boy, a kitchen hand, a floor sweeper, and a librarian. To the world, he is a "Cursed Brat" who cannot cultivate. To Han Xiao, every stroke of the broom is a strike of a divine blade, and every drop of water he carries holds the weight of the wandering sea. ​After a century of mundane labor, Han Xiao has reached a level of Enlightenment that defies the laws of the Heavens. He has no Qi, yet the wind obeys his breath. He has no sword, yet a blade of grass in his hand can sever Karma. ​When the System finally grants him a "Seven-Day Rest," Han Xiao wanders the sect as a ghost of the past, meeting old friends who are now dying elders and "geniuses" who are blinded by greed. But as ancient enemies gather to threaten the sect and the Heavens begin to tremble, the world will finally learn a terrifying truth: ​The most dangerous person in the universe isn't the one sitting on the golden throne—it’s the one quietly sweeping the dust off the stairs.

The world has fallen. The Diseased spread anarchy through the land killing family and friend equally all to satiate an insatiable hunger. One man travels without fear, not to save but to purge, to make sure not a single Diseased remains and that each die by his swift hand. In a quaint village he'll meet a small girl who will in turn shoulder him with a journey he didn't expect to take or see through to the end but he will, because the Handyman has a job to do.

A twist on the Isekai genre with humor and murder, and world-destruction

It has been decades since the fighting and bloodshed on all continents ended. Now, in a city called Evermore, a shop resides in the center of town. Plain and unobtrusive. A handyman's shop. Any job request will be carried out. The pay is modest, but the risks are saying the otherwise. Of course, it’s owned by a mere human. Unlike requests in a guild, the shop is merely a small, insignificant competitor. But who would have thought that various races would have to compromise. Elves and Dwarves lower their egos to submit requests simultaneously, Ghouls and Ghosts propose the salvation methods, dragons and mythological creatures are curious about many things, and of course, Demons with their secret requests. "This place accepts all requests! Please leave a good review for me!" is the voice of the shop owner, earnestly hoping for a job. But the customers preferred to leave warnings for them, one after another, "Don't ask too much, just submit your request. Oh, and also, don't pry too much about the request, especially when the daughters are there..." A group of little girls surrounded a customer who had just entered through the front door, pleading and slightly insistent in their voices, "Dear esteemed guest, we'll take the payment now." Even a Demon Lord was helpless in the face of such extortion. This is the story of a wholesome father with his cheeky daughters!

Hahito Kessaku is a 16 year old boy who dreams of living a normal life while leaving behind his old life he is enrolled in Kanpekina academy where he learns to connect with others and experience what it means to be loved

In a world torn apart by endless war, where nations clash and borders burn, one man stands apart—a lone specter of death on the battlefield. Jacob Black, the Oni of the West, carves his legend in blood, his katana singing through the chaos of a fractured Earth. With raven-black hair and storm-grey eyes, he moves like a shadow, cutting down foes with ruthless precision, unbound by flag or loyalty. But fate is a cruel trickster. Ambushed by a rain of arrows marked with a serpent’s eye, Jacob’s world erupts in blinding light. Dead? Not quite. Instead, he’s thrust into a strange new realm by Raphael, a crimson-haired enigma with golden eyes and a dangerous grin. “You’ve been chosen,” Raphael declares, offering Jacob a chance to reshape his destiny in a world where desires become reality. Wary and blade-ready, Jacob faces an impossible truth: his past as a warrior, born between empires and forged in slaughter, is only the beginning. What awaits in this new world? And what secrets did his father’s betrayal hide? Dive into a gripping saga of relentless combat, cunning betrayal, and a warrior’s quest to conquer not just enemies, but fate itself. Will the Oni of the West rise again, or will this new world break him? Read now to unleash the storm!

Ever just woke up and wondered to yourself 'What the fuck', yea me too... seriously though. I died, or so I thought. Apparently not, now I have to figure everything out about this new world while avoiding dying for 'real'; I guess next time might be my last.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!