MTL - The Distinguished Cute Master - Chapter 1182 Tenhikoban, thirty-seven

The MC (Minato) is a college student who died in a plane crash and was reincarnated in a fantasy world. He was raised alone in the wilderness by his succubus mother, and now he tries to make his way as an adventurer.

An incredibly athletic older brother, Tenryu Taiga. A programming genius girl, Tenryu Fuyuki. The two siblings separated for eight years ended up living under one roof again after facing the problem – a lack of funds for living expenses.

Fuyuki proposes a way to earn money, a core system deeply involved in people’s daily lives, a game that awards you money as a prize for defeating malicious bugs in cyber world, the 《Aries》structure. Taiga after becoming a warrior in the game relying on his inborn senses, is puzzled by the unfamiliar sensation.

One day Saionji Rui, Fuyuki’s best friend appears and is attacked by a mysterious bug― “I’ll be waiting, my prince.”. Hybrid fantasy battle of cheating siblings begins here!

An ordinary person who has passed through the Marvel World to gain the phagocyte ability and began to devour superpowers, and became the king of Marvel!

There are many female lords. The protagonist has gradually become the king of the Marvel world from ordinary people. The initial ability is the physique that changes through traversing. It can devour and stabilises without any side effects. The system is only an aid, you can also cross the plane!

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What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”