I, the Weakest Human, Start with a Hundredfold Bonus Talent！ - Chapter 150 - -Not Qualified

Weird stuff keeps happening in my life lately.

Like that solar eclipse on that morning, or this dude who says he is my roommate. Oh and that this place that I suddenly found myself in isn’t Earth. And even more, I can do magic?

I don’t know, maybe I have finally gone crazy…

After crossing into the world of Harry Potter as Ron's twin brother, Hoare Weasley awakens the “Pay-to-Win System,” which allows him to grow stronger as long as he has Galleons.Others rely on hard work to study; Hoare relies on Galleons.Others depend on wit to learn; Hoare depends on Galleons.Others rely on talent to improve; Hoare still depends on Galleons!As long as he's willing to pay, he can take down Malfoys, Blacks, Lestranges—anyone! With enough money, he could even take a swing at Dumbledore himself.Thus, the title of “money-obsessed lunatic” quietly rises within Hogwarts.You-Know-Who: “I hear your magic is impressive. I want you to kill someone for me.”Hoare: “One hundred Galleons.”You-Know-Who: ...

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for.A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night.She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage.A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception?--“Are you upset?”She eyed him sharply. “Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?”He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table.He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down.The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape.When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine.“How shall I make it up to you then?” he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling.