Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby - Chapter 1173 Song Jingwan From That World

A gamer girl participated in a survey called ‘truck kun’s isekai survey’. But the next day she got hit by the real truck kun and got reincarnated in Naruto. Unfortunately she didn't got the cheats that she had selected in the survey.At least not immediately….AN: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto sensei.This is my desperate attempt to gather funds. I have a lot of fanfictions already going on but I am not getting as much support as I used to. I wanted to gather funds for my postgraduate studies from the support of my fellow fans.I know that I am not a good writer. But I always try my best to come up with good original content.So I hope that you will support me on p@treon AnimefanfictionIND.You can read extra chapters of this story and extra chapters of all of my other stories just for 7$.My older stories have 50 to 100 + extra chapters there.My uploading schedule will completely depend on the response of you guys.For now it is 4 chapters per week. But if I get 100 + power stones then I will publish one or two extra chapters.

It’s a long road to bury the dream deep in my heart and carry the wishes and dreams of my dear friend and teacher.

In the pirate world where the strong are respected, fight a bloody long road.

“Pirates… maybe they’re all damned people.”

—Snold Simon

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The system says that curing a person will get good doctor points, and killing a person will get bad doctor points. When the 100 points are reached, the skills of good doctors or bad doctors will be randomly selected.

Why do I always feel that bad doctors are better than good doctors…

Nani?

Does the captain’s orange count as a bad doctor’s skill?

You lie here and don’t move, I’m going to buy some oranges.

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In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?