Eastern

Life is ironic. Love and hatred are but two sides of the same coin. Emotions change quickly.

Sometimes she was too slow, maybe that was why she didn’t see it coming.

***

To the one she thought she knew, the wounded her ended up saying,

“You were my one and only real friend, I thought I was yours too.”
“… You are right. And because you are, I need you to die,” he had answered.

***

To the one she thought would never understand her, the suffering her requested,

“A lie. Just a last one, before my death… Lie to me again.” Despite the pain, the smile on her face was sweet, a genuine one as she made that plea.

“I love you,” he had whispered.

“And what do you know about harmonizing?” Xiao Yue looked at him as if he had just spit on her ancestor’s grave.

“Me? I’m the CEO of the Inner Dao. I have a Master’s in Spiritual Synergy and a triple Ph.D. in Multitasking Cultivation, with honors in ‘Qi Optimization Under Pressure.’ Should I show you my resume, or would you prefer a PowerPoint presentation on my celestial achievements?”

Kenji Tanaka was a Japanese CEO with the soul of a spreadsheet: cold, analytical, and completely allergic to improvisation. He died like any good executive: from an excess of meetings.

Now, he’s Lian, a nobody in a world of cultivators, dragons, absurd sects, and spiritual manuals that take ten lifetimes to read.

Martial talent? Zero. Ability to shatter mountains with a single blow? Nil. A master plan to turn chaos into a celestial startup, KPIs and all? Absolutely.

They are the unstoppable force.

He is the guy with the plan, the tea, and the to-do list.

While his harem of martial geniuses smashes armies as if they were piñatas, Lian optimizes formations, improves techniques, manages internal conflicts, and turns alchemy into a production line.

He doesn’t fight, he doesn’t scream, he doesn’t cultivate like a madman. He outsources the violence.

Because cultivating like crazy is optional, but leading with efficiency is mandatory.

After her father was framed for poisoning the Prime Minister’s son to death, Ning Qingyu was hit on the back of the head by the “officers” who came to arrest their family.

Upon waking up, she feigned madness in order to escape persecution.

Later, she married the comatose Marquis of Zhenbei, whose birth charts matched hers perfectly.

A halfwit thus ended up marrying a comatose guy.

Xiao Yu seemed to hear someone calling him from the darkness. That voice was saying: “If you want to live, hold on until I can make the antidote.”

“Brother, you are a disgrace to our empire!” the Emperor roared, his voice echoing in the throne room. “You drown yourself in wine while your niece, the brightest jewel of the empire, is being courted by geniuses and kings!”

Leaning lazily against a pillar, Wei Feng took a long swig from his wine jug and let out a discreet burp.

“Mmm… And what’s the problem?” he replied, his voice slurred. “Those ‘geniuses’ are just noisy peacocks. And as for the jewel of the empire… she already has an owner.”

Wei Feng, the Drunken Prince, the Royal Failure who renounced the throne. Everyone in the empire sees him as a useless parasite. What they don’t know is that, in the shadows, this decadent prince is building a collection of the most powerful, beautiful, and dangerous women the world has ever known.

And the first piece in his collection, the most precious and forbidden, is the Crown Princess herself.

“The heavens could strike me down with a thousand bolts of lightning, and the ancestors could curse my name for ten thousand years…” he whispered to her one night, his warm breath against her earlobe as her body trembled under his touch. He paused, a smile that could almost be felt in the darkness. “…and still, every second of this sin with you would be worth it. Let them call me a demon. What kind of demon wouldn’t enjoy corrupting an angel?”

[Author’s Note]

Welcome! Prepare for a story where the empire’s most underestimated protagonist proves that true power doesn’t lie on a throne.

What you’ll find:

An elite Harem.

Explicit Content (R-18).

A central taboo relationship (incest).

(Warning: Reader discretion is advised).

Zero-Tolerance Policy:

NO NTR! There is no sharing here.

The Harem Promise:

Each heroine is a fully developed character with her own ambitions and power. They are not mere trophies. The title says it all: only Saints and Queens are accepted.

If you’re ready to see how a “failure” brings the world to its knees, not through war, but through conquest and seduction, then this is the novel for you.