Married To Darkness - Chapter 50: Almost Unreal.

Reborn as a poor young man in an unknown mountain village in another world, Lu Qing expressed his helplessness.

Fortunately, he awakened a power that could see through item information, which gave him some capital to survive.

He looked at a weed on the side of the road.

[Ox bone grass is of average quality and can be used medicinally. It is quite effective in treating bone injuries. 】

Look at the red carp in the river.

[Red Moon Carp is of high quality, with delicious meat, and is a top-quality nutritious food. 】

Look at a hare in the mountains.

[Gray rabbit, common hare, edible. 】

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Relying on his own supernatural powers, Lu Qing gradually established a foothold in the village and was able to survive.

Just when he thought that he would spend his life peacefully in this ancient world with low productivity.

One day, he suddenly saw a figure flying past in the sky…

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'He was sin. A sin she was not supposed to commit to.'
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The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia.

The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless.

Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life.

Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one.

She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago.

Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

In Bleach, with mediocre talent, the protagonist has been flatlining for thirty years. But with the sudden completion of the Zanpakuto conception, he has become a “sword person.”Unlimited Blade Works, essentially “unrestricted swords.”Since Soul Society does not allow two identical Zanpakutos to exist, then I just won't use my Zanpakuto, and that should be fine, right?Who is the strongest in the Zanjutsu category: Zangetsu or Zangetsu: Black?Who is the number one in Assassination Techniques: Ichimonji or Suzumebachi?Which is stronger: Kinshara or Senbonzakura?Can the Yami no Tachi Shura and Yami no Tachi Rasetsu compete for the title of the strongest Zanpakuto?Unlimited Blade Works, essentially “swords,” all the “swords” in the world are mine. Yamamoto, even you, the head of the 1st Division, “Black,” cannot take away my “swords.”

A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor.

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He lived an average, fulfilling life and died of old age. The next moment, he opened his eyes as the Princess of Asmaria.

While looking forward to his new life, he died again.

And so began his 151,897,914th life as Samur Eckart.

Samur is a Professional Transmigrator- or so he says so, as he gets transmigrated into a new world every time he dies.

However, each time, his memories return only moments before his death. If he successfully survives, he gets to live that life, if he dies, well, he just moves on to his next moment of death.

Once again on the verge of death as Samur, he’s saved at the last moment by a young boy.

Surprise, surprise, the young boy is a Regressor.

As a man of honour, Samur intends to repay his debt then leave because the world is too inconvenient to live in.

Well, that’s what he thought, at least, but the Regressor and his friends are kind of… weird, and he can’t seem to get away at all?

However, not everything is as it seems. Samur’s whims have made him the part of an eternal lie.

Shadows dance in glee as they concoct a requiem far grander than anyone can imagine, while the Lights tremble in delight as the apocalypse threatens the Universe.

The dies have been cast, the play has been written, the characters are on the stage, and the sacrifices have been made.

And so, it’s finally time to let this game begin.