MTL - Don’t Wait for Your Boyfriend in the Crematorium - Chapter 62 gang war

In the distant future on Earth, there was a girl with God-like powers. That girl is the last survivor of the former human race that flourished in ancient times.

The Ancients.

And on that very same Earth, a new breed of humans with the ability to wield Magic emerged.

That girl began to observe the new human race silently.

Sometimes called a God, other times called Satan, that girl continued to observe the new human race.

This is the story of the happenings between the lonely girl and the hardworking new human race.

A heaven-defying ring that allows objects to be brought back from games into reality!

Hua Manman never expected to transmigrate into a satisfying palace-intrigue novel, becoming the cannon fodder female supporting character in the book.She tried to turn the tables, but discovered that as long as she didn't act according to the plot, she would feel a heart-wrenching pain as if being stabbed by a knife.In that case, she might as well just lie flat and be a salted fish!But what was baffling was,why did that Prince Zhao, known for being sinister, ruthless, and treacherous, always like to stare at her?...Prince Zhao discovered that something seemed to be wrong with his ears.As long as he stared at someone, he could hear that person's inner thoughts.For example, right now,Hua Manman was crying with tears streaming down her beautiful face: “To be able to receive the Prince's favor is truly a blessing this humble servant has cultivated in a past life!”However, what she was thinking in her heart was—“Oh my, this chili oil today has quite a kick! It's making me cry so hard I can't even stop.”...(1v1, Sweet)

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.