Death March kara Hajimaru Isekai Kyusoukyoku (WN) - Book 4 - Intermission: A Certain Master and His Vassal's Conversation

After the divorce, the ex-wife disappeared for four years and unexpectedly gave birth to a pair of twins! Upon reuniting, Third Young Master Shen continuously pressured her into marriage, but the ex-wife's heart was tightly shut. The soft and adorable daughter was worried, saying: “Uncle Shen, why don't you kidnap me and threaten my mom to marry you?” Clearly, she is his biological daughter. The arrogant son, on the other hand, specializes in ruining plans, revealing someone’s embarrassing photos: “If you keep pestering my mom, I’ll send this to the parent group!” He's clearly out to get his dad!

“No way, Salino, you said that this little guy who killed 300 million pirates in one blow, who is only eight years old this year, is your biological brother?!”

Sengoku Marshal’s office, Akainu, Aokiji, Garp, Sengoku, Crane, all looked confused. “It’s really him!”

Huang Yuan was also shocked and confused, his younger brother was obviously only eight years old, how could he be so fierce? ! At this time, summer is here. Sengoku invited him to join the navy.

“Joining the navy is no problem, I want to be an admiral!”

Red Dog frowned: “General? Just you?” Xia Tian made a decisive move, and sent Red Dog flying with one punch, shocking the audience!

“Yes, it’s just me.”

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aira swore she’d keep her heart locked until her final year ended. No distractions. No love. Just goals.But then he walked in—arrogant, mysterious, and dangerously charming.One wrong glance turned into late-night texts. One shared secret became a stolen kiss.And suddenly, the future she’d planned… didn’t seem so clear anymore.Can she graduate without breaking her heart? Or will love ruin everything before the last bell rings?

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.