A Naive Short-tempered Girl - Chapter 853

The celestial celestial beings who lived for more than 100,000 years were born and reborn in a small monk in a human world.
His motto: “It’s not as good as a medicinal medicine for ten years of hard work.” “Even if you practice a copper-iron bone, it’s not enough for my soldier’s attack.”

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For years, Nathan Perry was known as nothing more than the coach's son.Despite his natural talent, his reputation had been tarnished. His every move on the field was overshadowed by the belief that he only played because of his father's influence—Tyler Perry, a renowned coach in a prestigious academy.Fans laughed at him. His teammates doubted him. The media dismissed him as a shadow, not a player.But on one fateful day, everything changed.After a crushing public humiliation on the pitch, Nathan felt something stir within him. A strange sensation, like an electric pulse running through his body. And then…A holographic screen flickered into existence before his eyes.[Ding! The Hidden Legend System Has Activated!]The system was real.Armed with a newfound power, Nathan was now able to earn **Legend Points** every time he proved his worth—whether through athletic skill or personal growth. These points could be used to unlock legendary abilities from the greatest football players of all time—Messi, Ronaldo, Zidane. Skills and talents that could take him from a forgotten talent to a global legend.It wasn’t just about football anymore.It was about proving to the world that he was more than just the son of a coach.From the depths of ridicule to the top of the football world—can Nathan use the **Hidden Legend System** to rewrite his story and claim his rightful place as the greatest player the world has ever seen?He was once mocked.Now, he will become unstoppable.Because this time… he will prove he doesn’t need anyone’s help to be the best.

Zhao Chuchu was reborn in a time before the apocalypse. As soon as the space was filled with supplies, something fell from a high altitude and killed her. Then, she transmigrated, becoming a small villager in an unknown dynasty. She started this new life by taking out the natives, dealing with the plague, and becoming a divine doctor in one fell swoop. Using her fists, she gained high status. She bullied those scums until they cried for their mommy and begged for mercy. She produced large quantities of rice, beans, and sweet potatoes… She could do everything, and she earned a lot of money with that. Everyone watched as she reconciled with Xiao Xiucai. They watched until a baby was born, as well as until Xiao Xiucai became the top scholar and smoothly became the Chief Minister. Then, everyone waited for the day the Chief Minister would divorce his wife, who went through hardships in life with him. They waited and waited until the couple had grown old, the two living together for the rest of their lives.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?