Rural Doctor Enters the City: Whoever Touches My Wife, I'll Take Them Down! - Chapter 469 teaches Dong Guang a lesson!

Rhodes accidentally tripped and fell while playing with his phone as he walked down the stairs, only to find himself transported to the world of Fairy Tail.To his surprise, he discovered that he had the ability to summon various wild monsters from League of Legends and even learned how to use Receive Magic.But that wasn’t the main issue. The real problem was that, among a guild full of reckless individuals, there was suddenly someone who actually liked making plans.Some people believed he was destined to become the next guild master.But Rhodes knew the truth—becoming the guild master of Fairy Tail meant endless self-reflections and a never-ending pile of compensation bills.Determined, Rhodes made up his mind: I don’t want to be the guild master!

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.

Xia Bohe, a D-class actress struggling to make it big, wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in a novel she’s been reading.

In this novel, the main character married a successful, wealthy and sexy CEO only to end up divorced with a ruined career and ultimately losing her life.

With a second chance in life, Xia Bohe is not about to give up easily.

But wait, what is this Goddess System with its beauty and acting skills?

This can make things very interesting and fun as Xia Bohe navigates her way to success in her career and love life while getting rid of other pretentious cups of green tea in her path!

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.