The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 64 - "Gambler," "Cultist"—Ciel (1/2)

The main character Lei Yu does not have the ability to practice his family’s martial arts. He gets stepped on and tossed around. Due to certain reasons, he leaves the family, coincidentally gains an ability, and makes his own path to becoming an immortal.

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[Naruto + System + Blackening + Cool Text]

Fengxu travels through the Naruto world and becomes Naruto’s suppressed blackened personality.

After experiencing all Naruto’s experience, he can’t repay grievances with kindness, let alone forgive!

Since the main personality has nothing to do, then his sub-personality is in charge of everything!

Bullied Naruto’s kill! Framed Naruto’s kill! Want to master Naruto’s kill!

At the same time, Feng Xu continued to weave a web to eat away at Naruto.

“Naruto, do you know the difference between a king and a mount?”

“Naruto, all the suffering in this world is caused by the lack of ability of the person concerned.”

“Naruto, you can’t protect anything, you just kill everyone.”

“So, give your body to the stronger me.”  …

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Yang Wei and Qi Xiao Yan had been married for a year and were unable to reach mutual understanding on many topics, except for one——divorce!

They didn’t know that there was still one more thing they also reached a strong, mutual understanding on——

Want to find your second spring?* In your dreams!

In short: Mr. Qi and Mrs. Qi end up happily remarrying each other.

*(idiom) try to fall in love again

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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.”