Comedy

The Hero Andert. A great swordsman who ended the great war by sacrificing himself. One of the rare heroes… But he was actually a woman disguised as her dead younger brother. That was me. But... "Huh?" Did I just come back to life four years after my death? All I had was my body, so there was only one way to survive. Becoming a maid. “You’ve never worked as a maid before this, so what have you been doing all this time?” “Jobless.” “What motivated you to apply for this job?” “Money.” “What kind of mansion would you like to work in?” “A mansion that is so hard to work in and so nasty that we don’t even know if it’ll be cleaned if we both work and die.” “What kind of employer do you want?” “A vicious employer that terrorizes their employees.” That way I won’t get laid off since I’m the only one you can work with. “…” The interviewer looked at me like I was crazy. --- Here, I will start anew. Not as the Hero Andert or my deceased little brother. But as the maid Daisy.

After a tragic accident that sent her back 843 years in time to the year 1179, in the Middle Ages, during the reign of Baldwin IV of Jerusalem, Kate Mitchell, a wealthy business tycoon in the pharmaceutical industry, a gifted ex-military, a pharmacologist and botanist, and a brilliant archer from 2022, wakes up as Lady Philippa, a pretty, innocent, frail, and proper young lady of House Antioch, with whom she shares nothing in common. She realised she had died on that day, and her soul travels back in time and takes over the body of Philippa, a helpless lady who would face tragedy, betrayal, and scandal before dying young and heartbroken. She chose to live as Philippa because she had a second chance at life and only one goal in mind: to live and survive at any cost. To succeed, she must thrive and learn to live in the Medieval era, where nothing is common for her, and, above all, she must avoid an arranged marriage, which will doom Phillipa to death after a terrible heartbreak. Lady Philippa, unfortunately, is about to be engaged to an unknown man, and she must devise a plan to prevent this from happening. Kate's background as an ex-military officer, pharmacologist, and botanist, as well as her limited knowledge of history, will be invaluable in surviving the historical mediaeval times when modern technology was out of reach. However, she requires the assistance of the reigning king, Baldwin IV, who is suffering from leprosy at the time. She'll have to take control of the situation. It is up to Kate's bravery and intelligence to find a way to persuade Baldwin IV to help her, and she has few options other than joining his royal court. Will the king accept her, or will she perish as the body's original owner? Will she be able to change her destiny? Alternatively, will she be able to find the love and family she seeks?

“Brother, you are a disgrace to our empire!” the Emperor roared, his voice echoing in the throne room. “You drown yourself in wine while your niece, the brightest jewel of the empire, is being courted by geniuses and kings!” Leaning lazily against a pillar, Wei Feng took a long swig from his wine jug and let out a discreet burp. “Mmm... And what’s the problem?” he replied, his voice slurred. “Those ‘geniuses’ are just noisy peacocks. And as for the jewel of the empire... she already has an owner.” Wei Feng, the Drunken Prince, the Royal Failure who renounced the throne. Everyone in the empire sees him as a useless parasite. What they don’t know is that, in the shadows, this decadent prince is building a collection of the most powerful, beautiful, and dangerous women the world has ever known. And the first piece in his collection, the most precious and forbidden, is the Crown Princess herself. “The heavens could strike me down with a thousand bolts of lightning, and the ancestors could curse my name for ten thousand years...” he whispered to her one night, his warm breath against her earlobe as her body trembled under his touch. He paused, a smile that could almost be felt in the darkness. “...and still, every second of this sin with you would be worth it. Let them call me a demon. What kind of demon wouldn’t enjoy corrupting an angel?” [Author's Note] Welcome! Prepare for a story where the empire's most underestimated protagonist proves that true power doesn't lie on a throne. What you'll find: An elite Harem. Explicit Content (R-18). A central taboo relationship (incest). (Warning: Reader discretion is advised). Zero-Tolerance Policy: NO NTR! There is no sharing here. The Harem Promise: Each heroine is a fully developed character with her own ambitions and power. They are not mere trophies. The title says it all: only Saints and Queens are accepted. If you're ready to see how a "failure" brings the world to its knees, not through war, but through conquest and seduction, then this is the novel for you.

The world was no longer as peaceful as it had once been. Monsters roamed everywhere, hunter schools had replaced traditional classes, and dungeon portals were popping up at random! "Alright, everyone," chirped Professor Grish. "Your mission is to clear all the dungeon floors. Train hard! Grow strong! And when you finally reach the top floor…" She paused dramatically. The class fell silent as she pointed at a hologram. An SSS-Class Abomination known as Leviathan appeared. Lev gulped. That's……him.

Comedy manga blogger Zhou Qingluo suddenly died after staying up late writing jokes. He woke up and found himself in the body of the substitute for the white moonlight of the rich and powerful villain, Song Ling. Song Ling had a miserable childhood where his father didn't love him and his mother didn't care for him. He grew up gloomy and paranoid, and the only clean, untouched place in his heart was his white moonlight. But the white moonlight ran away. So Song Ling went completely crazy. When he went mad, he recognized no one. Though highly intelligent, he spent all his time stirring the pot. Zhou Qingluo: "..." Poor guy. The original body didn’t even know he was just a substitute. Spoiled by Song Ling’s affection, he used him to rake in money and support a pretty boy on the side. When Song Ling found out, he kicked him out. In retaliation, the substitute exposed all of the bad things Song Ling had done. “…” What kind of mutual-destruction plot was this? Zhou Qingluo thought about it. Fine, he didn't need a pretty boy, but could he still take the money...? When Zhou Qingluo transmigrated, it was right after the white moonlight had left. Song Ling was drunk, clutching him tightly, red-eyed and hoarse as he cried out the white moonlight’s name: “Please… don’t go. Don’t leave me.” Zhou Qingluo gasped out a breath, "Baby, I won't go! Whoever leaves is a dog! But can you please let go—everything's over if you strangle me to death!” *** Song Ling felt that since he lived in the mire, he had to drag everyone else to the abyss with him. Until someone came over and seriously told him, "You can't just always stare into the abyss. Try rolling your eyes at it sometimes."

"And what do you know about harmonizing?" Xiao Yue looked at him as if he had just spit on her ancestor's grave. "Me? I'm the CEO of the Inner Dao. I have a Master's in Spiritual Synergy and a triple Ph.D. in Multitasking Cultivation, with honors in 'Qi Optimization Under Pressure.' Should I show you my resume, or would you prefer a PowerPoint presentation on my celestial achievements?" Kenji Tanaka was a Japanese CEO with the soul of a spreadsheet: cold, analytical, and completely allergic to improvisation. He died like any good executive: from an excess of meetings. Now, he's Lian, a nobody in a world of cultivators, dragons, absurd sects, and spiritual manuals that take ten lifetimes to read. Martial talent? Zero. Ability to shatter mountains with a single blow? Nil. A master plan to turn chaos into a celestial startup, KPIs and all? Absolutely. They are the unstoppable force. He is the guy with the plan, the tea, and the to-do list. While his harem of martial geniuses smashes armies as if they were piñatas, Lian optimizes formations, improves techniques, manages internal conflicts, and turns alchemy into a production line. He doesn't fight, he doesn't scream, he doesn't cultivate like a madman. He outsources the violence. Because cultivating like crazy is optional, but leading with efficiency is mandatory.