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After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder. The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other. The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter. Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human. Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food. Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead. The first step was to improve his life. What, the beastmen do not know how to farm? No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter. Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks! Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste. Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death. Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life. It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end. Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you! And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me! Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!

A Plant Master from a prosperous magical era died and reincarnated as a physically defective Sub-Beast on the Beastman Continent. Orphaned right after birth, he was raised by the entire tribe. Kaelen thought he would live a peaceful, uneventful life until the end of his days. Unexpectedly, during an instance where he accidentally wandered into a cave where a beastman was in a state of frenzy, he was violated by the beastman Sane. After that unintended night, neither of them liked the other, so they reached a secret agreement to keep the matter quiet. Sane took responsibility for providing Kaelen with daily necessities and various new seeds until one of them found a mate. Thanks to these supplies, Kaelen began using his Plant Master abilities from his past life to farm step by step, transforming the barren land around his house into a lush, little green farm. What Sane didn't expect was that the more he interacted with Kaelen, watching how quietly and gently Kaelen cared for each young sprout, the more adorable he found Kaelen to be. Sane grew to like being around Kaelen more and more, constantly reminiscing about the fresh scent of grass and vegetation lingering on Kaelen's body. Could it be... I've fallen for him? While Sane was still tangled up in his own feelings and had yet to realize that Kaelen's body was secretly gestating a little egg, Kaelen's bountiful magical harvests had already alerted the outside world. A whole bunch of stinky beastmen with formidable backgrounds began swarming around his soft, sweet-smelling darling to vie for Kaelen's attention. There was the incredibly arrogant Young Chief of the Lion Tribe, the fierce Intermediate Warrior of the High City, the Oracle of the Temple holding supreme authority... Sane: “...” Get lost, all of you! That's my son's Papa!

Opening his eyes, Jeremy discovered he had transmigrated into a strange magical world, becoming a cannon fodder villain of the exact same name. In this world, the power of mages stems from the Covenant connected to the gods. Usually, at the age of 16, each person undergoes an awakening ritual for the Covenant Rank bestowed by the gods, and simultaneously receives their corresponding natal Holy Artifact. Jeremy's Covenant Rank was even lower than the lowest level of the awakening pillar, and because of this, his engagement was broken off... Asleep one second and dumped the next, Jeremy instantly turned into a mad dog, biting whoever crossed his path. And Jeremy didn't just go crazy alone; he dragged a whole bunch of geniuses into madness with him... In less than a year, Jeremy—labeled as a mad dog—had become a celebrity at the aristocratic academy. As for Jeremy's teammates... The lazy, sharp-tongued aristocratic young master: “Just randomly pick a bad day to go, that way the bad day will turn into a good day.” The cold-faced little princess quietly hid the freshly dissected corpse, using the corpse's blood to nourish the flowers. The crazy stalker, innocent on the outside but dark on the inside, narrowed his eyes and smiled: “Whoever dares to compete with me for the captain deserves to die~” The gloomy male student who never spoke a word: “...” Facing this bunch of lunatics, Jeremy coldly expressed: “When it comes to madness, I consider myself inferior to you.” Everyone fell silent: “... How about you put the knife down first?”