SSR Is a Little Too Overpowered

Coming soon: Not a Heavenly Master, Just an Ordinary Third-Generation Rich Kid. The blurb is below. If you like it, please add it to your list!

Blurb: After Saint Archmage Farnell defeated the invading Archdemon, he had no choice but to leap into a summoning array that suddenly appeared beneath his feet to escape the backlash of the demon's lingering power.

As it turned out, whether through good luck or bad, he survived, but was summoned to another world. Farnell had not only lost much of his power, part of his soul had also entered into a contract with someone and become bound to a card.

Want to regain his power? Fine! But both his true form and the card have to level up from scratch. A saint-level archmage reduced to a mage apprentice overnight. What kind of cruel joke is this...

Worse still, his carefully built mage tower, his treasure vault packed to the brim, his library worthy of a kingdom's collection... all gone. Every last bit of it.

Overnight, Farnell became penniless. He had no choice but to lead a busy life, struggling to earn money and regain his power while also looking after his foolish card master and making sure no one bullied him.

Shen Chou was born into the direct line of a powerful family. Gifted from a young age and exceptionally perceptive, he was hailed as a once-in-a-thousand-years genius in the cardmaster department. With a start like that, it seemed his future would be bright no matter what he did.

Unfortunately, Shen Chou, reborn, knew that his life was merely the plot of a novel, and that everything about him existed only to serve as a foil to the protagonist.

From dazzling brilliance to a fall into the mud, from turning dark and rising up to his eventual tragic death. His entire life had been laid out for him.

Given another chance, Shen Chou tried with all his might to change things. But no matter how hard he fought, he could only alter a few minor details. The main storyline remained unchanged.

The road ahead was an endless night. If the world wouldn't leave him a way to live, then he might as well give up. They could all die together...

In a cold, dilapidated inn, Shen Chou spent everything he had to draw a card...

He knew that, just like before, he would summon an SSR-rank demon card. The demon would grant him immense power while steadily eroding his reason, until they finally merged into the greatest calamity this world had ever seen.

After a grand burst of golden light, however, he saw a man striding through the radiance, his enormous staff proclaiming his formidable might.

Silver hair tied in a high ponytail, deep eyes the color of a forest peering out from behind a half-mask.

His pale lips coldly uttered, "Idiot, what are you staring at?"

SSR [Farnell] has arrived!

From that moment on, fate began to change...

Shen Chou: Farnell is my only light. Everything I have belongs to Farnell, as long as he belongs to me. Farnell, darling, cuddle with me!

Farnell: What darling? What card master? There is only one kind of contract here: you serve me.

My foolish servant, if you want your SSR to grow stronger, get grinding!

Farnell's life: From Urban Legends to the Rise of a Legendary Magic Shop.

Shen Chou's life: The Comeback of a Unlucky Guy with a Black Heart and His One and Only SSR

Coming Soon 1

Not a Heavenly Master, Just an Ordinary Third-Generation Rich Kid

Blurb:

Born into a wealthy family where everyone was brilliant and got along, Ye Ying was very satisfied with his life this time around. After all, ever since his previous life, he had dreamed of being a rich and idle wastrel.

What made him even happier was that this life took place in a very ordinary, peaceful world.

This was a sure thing. It was finally his turn to enjoy life.

A sure thing, a sure thing... what the hell was that supposed to mean?!

At his eighteenth birthday banquet, in accordance with the family tradition his grandfather had described, Ye Ying's name was written into the family genealogy.

Before the ink had even dried, he heard a familiar clang that seemed almost branded into his soul.

A sword appeared from thin air, streaking like a white rainbow through the sun and plunging into his spiritual platform.

Ye Ying could only console himself: It's fine. In a strange world, the two sides just need to avoid each other. As long as I'm "deaf and blind," they won't notice me.

His mother's beloved, beautiful calico cat actually has two tails and a mysterious black cat boyfriend. I can't see them.

The old peach tree in the yard never stops babbling, spilling all the gossip about the mysterious creatures around the neighborhood. I can't hear it.

But when a leisurely trip to the mall turns into an urban legend, and a cruise with a friend ends up in a mermaid hunting ground, he can't hide forever and let himself become someone's next meal.

Can he ever have a peaceful life again?

Even worse, because mysterious incidents kept happening around him, a special department began keeping an eye on him.

Wait, why does this man, who's practically overflowing with baleful energy, seem to have a special connection with him? His troublesome little sword is sitting safely in his spiritual platform. So what's going on with this guy in front of him?

When his little troublemaker takes human form, it's an adorable, three-headed-tall tsundere who gets riled up at the slightest provocation. How could he have gone from that to this short-tempered, jealous hunk, six foot three with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, after a thousand years apart?

"Who are you calling adorable?" Baleful energy surges.JPG

"So you're admitting you're jealous?" Well, who else would insist on competing with his nail clippers and cuticle scissors for a job when he's his own destined sword?

"...Enough talk. Give me your left foot." The icy-faced sword glanced at the right toenail he'd trimmed into a perfectly smooth, even curve and gave a cold command.

[Ancient texts record a sword named Zhu Xie, a blade of immense resentment and hatred that devours its master. The moment it is drawn, baleful energy surges toward the heavens, yet its vast merit shines like the sun, cleansing evil and the uncanny.

Countless heavenly masters throughout the ages have tried to tame or break it, only to fail. It alone draws its blade whenever spiritual energy surges through the world and strange phenomena abound.]

Coming Soon 2: Going Home to Inherit the Throne

(The Fake and True Princes Are Enemies in Public, Lovers in Secret. An Acting-Power Couple Is Here!)

As Ling Feng roamed the desolate planets, working hard to hunt down bounties and save up for a starship ticket, all for the sake of his dream of exploring the stars,

one day a super-luxurious starship suddenly landed right in front of him.

A well-dressed uncle told him that he'd been switched at birth with their family's little prince. They had finally found him and were taking him back home to the capital planet.

(⊙o⊙) What?!

So was returning in triumph and ascending the throne the proper way for his transmigration story to begin?

On his first day aboard the starship, he looked at the shelves full of books in the learning room of his personal digital assistant: The Great History, The Imperial Code, A Comprehensive Guide to Etiquette...

And then there was the virtual teacher with the incredibly friendly smile. Ling Feng immediately regretted it.

Could he still go back to his desolate planet?

It was too late to regret it, so he could only run away halfway there.

Unfortunately, what awaited him at Prin Freeport wasn't freedom, but mysterious assassins, a sudden temporal rift, and a beauty's favor that was a little hard to handle.

A bombshell spread through the capital planet's aristocratic circles: the useless little prince of the royal family had been switched at birth. The real prince had apparently been stranded on a desolate planet for more than a decade, and had finally been found.

"I wonder what the royal family will do with the two of them?" people whispered among themselves.

One was a savage raised on a desolate planet. The other was a useless sentinel without a quantum beast.

As everyone waited for the fake and true princes to start fighting so they could laugh at the spectacle of two losers battling it out,

Ling Feng stared at the silver-haired, snow-skinned beauty across from him, completely stunned.

This, this, this... wasn't he the guy he'd run into at the freeport, the one whose quantum beast had resonated so strongly with his that they ended up rolling around together, hair all disheveled?

So he was the prince who'd been switched at birth!

As Ling Feng stared in shock, the man walked past him with an icy expression, not even sparing him a glance. His face practically said how much he despised him.

Only... the man had walked away, but his quantum beast stayed behind.

"You've got that sour look on your face. It's not like you're begging me to do it again, is it? If you've got the guts, tell your big cat to move its tail off my ankle." Ling Feng rolled his eyes and complained silently.

But what could he do? Never mind, never mind. He's handsome, so he's right.

Theme: It isn't hopeless yet. Hope is just around the corner.