Dead on Mars - Chapter 59 - Sol Five, Seventy-Meter-Long Surgical Knife

What does it feel like when you have a best-selling detective fiction author for a boyfriend?

Whenever you offend him, he would look at you disdainfully, “A character molded after you could only ever appear in my novel as a deceased victim.”

Whenever you seriously offend him, he would threaten you, “The very next victim who dies in my novel would be named after you.”

Whenever you seriously, seriously offend him, he would add on to the previous threats, “Furthermore, the victim would have died at the hands of an extremely perverse and twisted serial killer, and would have suffered an extremely painful and terrible death.”

But, by a stroke of coincidence, if you happen to be this best-selling author’s editor, he need not resort to the above mentioned tactics. In fact, all he has to do is one, single thing –
-Delay the submission of his draft.

- Description from Novelupdates

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

I turned my assassin into my maid with the power of money! Money is all-powerful!

It was a world full of swords and magic; Lawrend was the son of the wealthiest merchant in town. Since the age of 7, he had been having dreams. A dream about a past life in a modern civilization where monsters are nonexistent, and humans dominate the world. Lawrend saw Iron birds, Magical bricks that display moving paintings, Thunder wielding, and many more.

There was a scene in one of the dreams that made Lawrend’s heart beat fast. A row of a dozen maids bowing in front of him. Each dressed in a french maid outfit.

Something awakened inside Lawrend when he had that dream. A fervent desire to have his very own Maid Harem!

[Mature novel containing NETORI not NETORARE]Allen wakes up in a new world, but not your average “I’m a hero now” fantasy—nope, this world is full of hot beastkin babes, seductive elves, and spicy situations that he never asked for. With no memory of how he got there, and no clear path to fame or fortune, Allen discovers a few wild abilities that’ll make you squirm in your seat.When he realizes he can make women fall for him with just a few sweet words or the flick of his—well, you get the idea—things get out of hand fast. Turns out, the ladies in this world are more than happy to share their affection with a guy who knows how to use his mouth (and other parts). But there’s a twist. Allen’s mission isn’t just to woo them—he’s taking them.From beastkin to elves, noble women to princesses, Allen’s on a mission to steal them away from their husbands, boyfriends, and anyone else who thinks they’ve got a claim. His skills? Let’s just say they’ll make you blush and beg for more.[MC is not an ugly bastard]