All the Dust that Falls - Chapter 238: Good Morning To You Too

Never should be exposed, just the two of them in their youth.「I’ll be making your meals from now on, Sensei.」I, Reiyu Tenjō, am a high school teacher.When I shared some food with my neighbor, it turned out to be my student, Yuunagi Nishiki. If this fact is discovered, I might be fired from the school?That’s why we signed a 『Neighbor Agreement』 in order to keep our secret.Since we both live alone, the plan was to help each other out when one of us was in trouble——but somehow, I got won over by his cooking.Instead of helping him, I find myself increasingly spoiled and dependent that I can’t live without him anymore.‘No, Reiyu Tenjō. He’s your student, someone you are not supposed to fall in love with!’Drawing closer and then apart——their love sways ambiguously like waves.A youth romantic comedy filled with secrets between a teacher and student begins here.

Can you get used to dying? He has to.When a particular universe was born, its seven primordial Concepts acquired an ego. Omniscient and omnipotent, they seek since to enrich their home. To do so, they plunder other universes, capture young civilizations and plagiarize ideas. Many monsters, gods, civilizations, and races are competing for the eighth throne.Eons later, it is Earth's turn to be torn away from its Sun.Humanity begins its integration by participating in a Tutorial. Priam has the luck and the misfortune to finish the Tutorial first. Luck because his reward is a form of pseudo-immortality. Misfortune, because as the champion of his civilization, he is transported to Elysium, the most dangerous world created by the Concepts. Nine out of ten champions lose their lives there on their first day. Fortunately for Priam, he has many lives.

I want an S-Rank skill too! I want it so badly, I could die for it!

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.