Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel - Chapter 121: Trust Me, The Real Fun is Just About to Begin

(Based on LN) Tanya von Degurechaff - once a soldier of the Empire fell in the battle unfairly through that being shameless intervention.**Cursed Being X!**The promised destruction of the soul, and so called last reincarnation is a lie by that being. Tanya - or her new given name Tsuyu Uzumaki found herself in the world of Shinobi - with fox-skinned Godzilla named Kyuubi destroying the village on the day she and her twin brother Naruto were born.Tanya once again curse Being X in her heart because she knows this world is far more dangerous than the last. But that does not stop her from her goal of being able to sit on top and leisurely enjoy life. Therefore, she will rise through the ranks, finding opportunity for herself to finally sit at the throne of Hokage! Or the Konoha Council - eyeing the position similar to Danzo, Koharu and Homura.This is her journey!

An unearthly beauty with black hair, snow-white skin, and bright red lips... Yue Ran has been told that she was born exceptionally beautiful for as long as she can remember. She meets all people's expectations for beauty, but she is a girl who loves no one but herself.Only such a person can be invincible in many small worlds.Ah, but there is one thing she lacks: free will.

A Federation Colonel with abnormal thoughts was locked in a dark room and met a little looney.

“Your whole body emits a scent that I dread (covet) and fear (desire).”

A frigid Colonel X little looney roommate: A sweet story of interstellar travel

- Description from Novelupdates

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.