A Single Mother's Farm of the Gods - Chapter 330: Three Box

When disaster struck, Ling Mo knew that the kinds of zombies depicted in doomsday movies would in fact, be totally different from reality…

Auriel, the Goddess of Balance, was once revered among the pantheon of deities for her immense power.However, her chronic clumsiness and inability to manage divine tasks without causing unintended disasters have made her the laughingstock of the gods. After one particularly disastrous mistake (accidentally flooding an entire celestial city), she’s banished to the human realm as punishment.Her mistake? Seducing the Chief God's daughter and make her fall for Auriel?Her next task? Select the next ruler of Earth.Her problem? Every “candidate” is a strong-willed, talented woman who, instead of vying for Earth’s throne, seems more interested in vying for Auriel’s heart.____Will have r18, smut, futa, harem and so much more

From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.

The first time I realized that I ‘couldn’t die’ was during a practical training exercise in my third year as a hero cadet.A beast suddenly leaped out of the bushes and tore into my neck.‘How did I come back to life?’Yes, I came back to life. I didn’t die.And now, after hundreds, even thousands of years, I was still alive. Only I had survived.“But now… it’s finally over.”After wandering for millennia, I thought I could finally put an end to this long existence…“Dale! Dale Han! How dare you sleep during my class? You’ve got some nerve, don’t you?”“…Huh?”But what awaited me at the end of my long existence wasn’t a period, but a repeat sign.