Previous chapter: Chapter 548
Next chapter: Chapter 550
PREVIEW

...


"Hmm? What's going on, Soto?"


"It's Christmas, Christmas!"


"… Oh yeah, it's already winter huh."


Indeed, if we were still in Japan, it would be the Christmas season.


… I wonder where she learned about Christmas?


"Wataru told me about it!"


"That guy, huh… so what did he tell you about Christmas?"


"He said it's an event in Japan where they celebrate the birthday of a great person from another religion ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
The Weapon Genius: Anything I Hold Can KillChapter 129: Ascension Marks
 1.8k
4.0/5(votes)
FantasyActionAdventure

Jin Yeong was just another office worker—forgettable, unremarkable, and stuck in a life that never went anywhere. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t talented. In a world of ambition, he was just… there.Then, the sky cracked open.A voice echoed across the world, mocking humanity’s weakness. A system was given. A chance to survive.People awakened powerful abilities—fire, lightning, super strength. Jin got this:[Limitless Weapon Mastery]“Any weapon you wield is used at its maximum potential.”No fire. No magic. No enhancements. Just a simple skill?But soon he and the world will learn a simple truth:It’s not about what you wield. It’s about how you wield it.

Daily Life of A CaretakerChapter 166: Author Note
 94
4.5/5(votes)
FantasyAdultHaremEcchi

Okay, so I know I applied to become a caretaker, but I didn't sign up for having to experience all these crazy things! I'm just a simple guy!

Great Han's Female General Wei QiqiChapter 134
 1.6k
4.2/5(votes)
SupernaturalDramaComedyJosei

Wei Qiqi is the only successor of Wei Corps inheriting a hefty fortune. However, her stepmother bribed a witch from Thailand, harming her with two ancient witchcraft curses.

The Girl Who Bore the Flame RingFinal Chapter: My Happiness
 65
4.0/5(votes)
ActionDramaFantasyMartial Arts

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…