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Immortality? Nah, I choose to marry instead!

[Book’s First Volume is Complete, book break is over “There are chosen ones in this world, ones that are born with extremely-high luck and ridiculous talent, unlike us lowly ones who can only wait to grow old and die.” Just like those popular stories he had read online, in this brand-new world where people pursue immortality, Shenshah thought that he too was someone destined to be great. Sadly, years have passed since he transmigrated yet he is still an average person struggling to find his place. Just when Shenshah was about to completely give up on his goals, a strange voice interrupted his thoughts… [Create Family and Earn Rewards System Activated…] “What?” -Never in his wildest dreams did he expected that bringing a wife home would change his fate! ……… Don’t worry as there’s [NO NTR] [NO Yuri] as author strongly disdains such genre. …….. Additional tags- (Lesbian/yuri girl turned straight by mc) (No dense mc) (no hidden pretending to be a big shot) (No Filler chapters) (crisp to the point plot) (No useless mysterious backgrounds) (no beta mc) (Tsundere) (yandere) (Human-non human relationship) (harem) (comedy) (smart and observant mc) (netori) (blackmail) (bloodshed) (Obsessive lovers) (marriage) (pregnancies) (Wholesome love) (elves/werewolves/vampires/dwarves/demons) (regret?) **Cover as well as character Ai images are made and edited by me using Fotor Pro Ai app. To join the author invite only discord server please add me on discord -c2#8780. ——-x——-x—— **English used is mostly Uk/British version.

Sheizzcoldasice · Fantasi
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65 Chs

THIS ROUTINE NEVER GETS OLD!

Angela's head was full of various conflicting thoughts. Nevertheless, a part of her frustrated mind wanted to find out if the so-called shopping was as amusing and exaggerated as talked about by many mundane girl servants serving in her sect.

She started a shopping spree from the first shop itself.

Within minutes, her petite hands were filled with eyeliners, makeup kits, hairbands and other fancy girly stuff the shop sold.

The village head, along with his twelve hooligan followers, were waiting outside the shop waiting for the right opportunity.

Looking at Angela coming out of the shop with a big shopping bag in her left hand and her small purse in the other, the crafty village head winked at his followers; he knew the time was almost ripe.

Unaware of the upcoming crisis, Angela was chirping merrily.

Like a curious butterfly in full spring, her footsteps were full of movement.