Novels tagged with Overprotective Brother
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Of Flowers, Swords, and France
» Chapter 17: The Bait 2 months ago
» Chapter 16: The Conversation and an Invitation 2 months ago
A modern young man arrives in mid-19th century France. With courage and wisdom, fearing no hardship nor obstacle, he ultimately reach the shores of glory. To friends, he offer flowers; to enemies, he meet them with a sharpened sword. This is France, standing proud despite all tribulations! This is France, upon which glory shines!
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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle
» Chapter 118: Drinking The Potion 3 days ago
» Chapter 117: A Witch’s Brew 4 days ago
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don't you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own 'grand arrival'? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn't start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing." Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.
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When I opened my eyes, I realized I had been reincarnated into a cultivation game. But not as some heaven-defying protagonist, nor even a notable side character. No, I became a nameless NPC with trash-tier spirit roots—doomed to die at the age of fifteen at the hands of a minor villain. My name is Ye Anping. And yes, I was despairing. Fortunately, it wasn’t all hopeless. At least... I was only four years old. Even better, I had a junior sister—an ordinary NPC according to the game lore—who was actually blessed with peerless talent. A natural genius who could make the heavens weep. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. My junior sister grew up. She became strong. Beautiful. Radiant, like the moon hanging high above the mortal world. And then, the protagonist noticed her. And then… my junior sister push me down to the bed!? Ye Anping: “Junior Sister, I’m your senior brother, I—!” (Spoiler: it didn’t matter.)
