The Attack of the Wastrel - Chapter 74 - Giving Up

After Wang Mang died, he turned into a giant python and evolved like crazy!

With the help of his family, he grew bigger and bigger! From the first few meters to tens of meters, and then to hundreds of meters!

From Burmese Python to Titan Python, and then to Deep Sea Python! When Wang Mang’s size reached hundreds of meters, the earth took a sudden change and the disaster came…

Mei Fang’s rebirth story takes him back 20 years to the year 2002, becoming a 6-year-old boy who just wet the bed during nap time.On this same bed-wetting day, he tightly grasped a fate he had overlooked in his previous life, a love story spanning beautiful years, thus beginning a new journey—“Mei Fang, the three of us, are we going to be forever and ever, always good friends?”“Pinky promise… it’s a deal… no change is allowed… for a hundred years.”From a well-behaved little angel to a mischievous little devil.From a troublemaking wild girl to a cold and aloof female top student.The personalities of these playmates who spend their days together will evolve with the changing circumstances. Do you still like the way she was at the beginning?Playing with childhood sweethearts, and frolicking through the day, their paths crossed at the doorstep of their youth.Not shy or reserved, only infatuated without constraint.

I, Olga Rifald, have remembered the moment my engagement was canceled.

I had died in an accident and got reborn as the heroine in the Otome Game “Princess Road”.

The end of this engagement signifies the start of the game.

… And, if I’m careless, I will head towards the death route at full speed.

… Eh? Isn’t that dangerous? Ain’t dying dangerous?

I have already died in my past life, so at least here, I would like to live peacefully…!

… That being the case, I will do my best to aim towards the slowlife.

… Even though that was the plan!

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.