President, go away! - Chapter 47

After being reborn twice, Jiang Chen discovered that the tragic death of the first life was not an accident, but a meticulous design for the sake of never ending troubles.

The protagonist of “Life of Domination” wears the “best choice system”. In the delivery room, the system gives him two choices: “ordinary biological parents” and “rich non-biological parents”.
The protagonist chooses without hesitation.

So , the system took Jiang Chen and the protagonist unknowingly, and the life after that was turned upside down.

The protagonist relying on the system in his hand, went all the way from a scholar to a crocodile, inheriting the family business in expectation, a complete life winner
Jiang Chen, on the other hand, had to give up his original dream and graduate early to earn.

One hundred years after the star calendar, the scientific research boss Jiang Chen woke up and returned to his second year of high school. His father was disabled in a car accident, and his mother carried all the heavy burdens, but did not complain to him at all.

Jiang Chen did not choose to find his biological parents first, but made a breakthrough by himself with the memories of his previous life and the knowledge he had learned in his previous life.

In a word: Professor Jiang, a man who can tear apart the system plug-in with his bare hands.

- Description from Novelupdates

[WARNING!] [May Contain Adult Scenes... ]

A dimensional storm befell Earth, ripping through space in every country and creating paths to dimensional realms.

Immortals, gods, demons, angels, and many other creatures from other dimensions came to Earth.

However, all the mysterious dimensional realms was incredibly dangerous. Other people risk their lives to venture into the realms, but with my fast regeneration speed, I regenerate from all injuries an instant!

A rare relic with 0.01 percent chance at dropping? I will regenerate a clone and make it grind until it drops!

...

Forced into dual cultivation by the very woman he loathe, Tyrion took absolute and infinite advantage of it.

Reincarnating into the body of a recruit that died during the entrance examination. Methuselah Tyrion woke up into an unknown future/past.

[DING!]

[God-Level Healing Factor System Activated]

[First Level: Peak-human Regeneration: Host would be able to regenerate lost limbs or even massive chunks of their bodies, but usually cannot survive complete brain destruction and will not survive decapitation or being rendered to bits.]

[Second Level: Super Enhanced Regeneration: Host would be able to recreate and posses multiple organs such as extra brains, hearts and liver in one body.]

[Third Level: Supernatural Regeneration: Host would be able to regenerate multiple body parts and finally be able to create clones!]

With a system that awakened and evolved his innate bloodline. He could heal and regenerate, 10,000 times than a normal person in a world stormed by dimensional beasts.

[DING!]

[Dual cultivation successful]

[True Ancient Crimson Dragon Bloodline Inherited!]

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“Doctor, there seems to be something wrong with my mood.”

“There is a clown in the West Side Circus, he can make everyone laugh, I think he can help you.”

“But, doctor… I’m the clown.”

“…”

This is a fantasy world after the cataclysm, where countless underground cities left over from ancient times are buried under the misty land.

There are traps, monsters, and different-dimensional spaces in the dungeon, as well as taboos of ancient gods and legends of countless treasures left over from the past.

Calamity, steam, curse patterns, ancient relics, playing card sequences with extraordinary magic power.

Remnants of the Old World, Relic Asylum, Poker Brothers, Coven, Fire Pirates, Walls of the World…

In the shadowy corners of the world, a treasure hunter wearing a clown mask walks alone in the dark.

He is Joker Ji Xun, the King of Disaster Cards!

PS. For those who are short of books, you can read the 300W+ Wanding old book “Mechanical Alchemist”.

- Description from novelbuddy

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.