Ashborn Primordial - Chapter Ashborn 428: Final Moments (Two)

“201th, 202nd…”Zhou Can, an Intern of Tu Ya Hospital, a Grade A Provincial Tertiary Hospital, would silently count every stitch he finished.His target today was to complete 300 stitches and fight for a place in the House Officer recruitment two days later.[Congratulations on completing your 100,000th suture and triggering the EXP system. Medical skills and surgery practice can be obtained.]Zhou Can shook his head hard.What the hell is this?Something even more magical happened as he thought about it.An interface appeared in front of him.[Zhou Can, Intern.][Pathology Diagnosis, Level Two. Current EXP: 89.5/100. Outstanding House Officer-level diagnosis ability.]A surgical legend was in the making.

[Welcome to Get Believed to obtain the Reward System!!][You have just been believed. Reward: Your locker now has $1000 in cash (with tax-paid documents).]Chris, a normal high schooler, lied to comfort a crying girl on her first day. Well, she didn't laugh on the contrary, she believed his lie, and a system got triggered.Chris is a very charismatic person who runs a diner with his father, attends school, and loves his life. He can't believe something like a system would appear in his life, he uses his charisma to utilize the system.As he slowly becomes a Hollywood star, the power he has over people also grows, as do the rewards from the system.“Hehe the more they believe, the richer I get.”[Same universe as 'The more they Deceive, The Richer I get' ]#Cleavage#Slowburn#realmilf#superharem#calmprotag#handsomeMC#maturewomen

Ye Zichen was just a normal university student. Or so he thought.

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.