

He was once the revered master of the Sky Medical Palace, respected by all. Obeying the orders of his master, he pretended to be a food deliveryman and married into the Lewis family for a year. In this duration, he plowed through countless side eyes and now... His one year duration is up—it is time to turn the tables around!

The modern special agent Serena Brook awakens in the Great Cian, now a village woman named Serena Yale, stepmother to three children whose father vanished after leaving for the imperial exams.With her ""Emotional Resonance System"" activated, Serena turns scarcity into plenty: daily meat feasts, hotpot dinners that tempt the whole village, and a thriving candied hawthorn business.But peace is fragile. As hidden threats gather, can she protect her newfound family from the dangers closing in?
![[ENG DUB] My Dog Accidentally Ate an S-Class Monster](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Transmigrated before the monster apocalypse, Xavier Lynn only wants to protect his younger brother and avoid past betrayals. He takes in a stray "dog" named Darkwind, only to awaken the Absolute Contract, a power that lets him forcibly tame S-class monsters. But when Darkwind swallows an A-class monster and his brother Jack extends SS-class tentacles from a water vat, Xavier realizes his "helpless" brother is terrifyingly strong.Meanwhile, the ex-girlfriend who got him killed and a corrupt military officer now have their greedy eyes set on his home.

When Luca Moretti chose the jewelry for our wedding, he still bought two pieces and let my twin sister Bianca choose first. One was a ruby cuff from a Sicilian auction. The other was an off-the-rack black onyx bracelet, the kind sold in every mall jewelry store. For the first time, I reached before Bianca could. I pointed at the ruby cuff. "This time, can I choose first?" Luca set his palm on my head with the easy affection he used to make me behave. "Bianca has always been stubborn about quality. If it's not the best, she won't take it. You don't care about this stuff, Elena. The other piece isn't bad." I didn't answer right away. Something inside my chest went quiet. In my own family, Bianca always got the first slice, the clean seat, and the room with the view. My mother said she needed the best because she carried the Bellini name better. My father called it practical. Marriage worked that way too. The Bellinis and Morettis had promised one daughter to the Moretti heir long before either of us knew what love was. Everyone assumed that daughter would be Bianca. Instead, she made her position crystal clear: she'd rather keep her freedom and her spotless public image than become Mrs. Moretti. So Luca turned to the remaining Bellini daughter. I had known Luca for twenty years, and in his world, I always stood behind Bianca. I looked at the black onyx bracelet on the table and pushed it back. "Bianca can have both. I'm not choosing." I didn't want another leftover choice. Not anymore.

When Luca Moretti chose the jewelry for our wedding, he still bought two pieces and let my twin sister Bianca choose first. One was a ruby cuff from a Sicilian auction. The other was an off-the-rack black onyx bracelet, the kind sold in every mall jewelry store. For the first time, I reached before Bianca could. I pointed at the ruby cuff. "This time, can I choose first?" Luca set his palm on my head with the easy affection he used to make me behave. "Bianca has always been stubborn about quality. If it's not the best, she won't take it. You don't care about this stuff, Elena. The other piece isn't bad." I didn't answer right away. Something inside my chest went quiet. In my own family, Bianca always got the first slice, the clean seat, and the room with the view. My mother said she needed the best because she carried the Bellini name better. My father called it practical. Marriage worked that way too. The Bellinis and Morettis had promised one daughter to the Moretti heir long before either of us knew what love was. Everyone assumed that daughter would be Bianca. Instead, she made her position crystal clear: she'd rather keep her freedom and her spotless public image than become Mrs. Moretti. So Luca turned to the remaining Bellini daughter. I had known Luca for twenty years, and in his world, I always stood behind Bianca. I looked at the black onyx bracelet on the table and pushed it back. "Bianca can have both. I'm not choosing." I didn't want another leftover choice. Not anymore.