First Contact - Chapter 949- The Setting Sun

When I woke up, I was flabbergasted.I was in the world of Naruto, arguably one of the most dangerous place in the world.But I will survive, and reach my dreams neverthelessAlternate universe, be warned.I own nothing#naruto #antihero #genius #system

T/N: In Chinese, the 穿 in time travel is the same character as the 穿 in wear clothes.

“Why must I travel back in time (穿越 chuan yue)?” – Qing Qiao

“Because… If you don’t wear clothes (穿 chuan)… You’ll catch a cold…” – Qing Qiao’s servant girl, Dong Xi.

If you once thought this was a time traveling novel…

What is a Benz? Beautiful men step aside. As a knowledgable woman who has gone through higher education, how can I tolerate a backward life without a computer, without chocolate, without a flushing toilet bowl? No matter what I must return back to the future! Thus started, Gu Qing Qiao’s silly ridiculous legend, a side-splittingly funny case that started with one bowl of roast pork rice.

But sadly, we may have guessed the start, but we weren’t able to guess the end…

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Matthew grew up in a decent family filled up with hopes, dreams and big heart, but living a shitty life which were suddenly demised with the unexpected turn with a mishap. With the new changes of his body, he finds new powers and wondering into new dimensions. This new enigmatic power is suddenly taking soul form his body and making him something beyond of his imaginations.... His tasks are unclear but he has to take soul of each demon he meets in his path... With his powers he has bigger responsibilities in each of the dimension which is beyond explanation…

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”