Death March kara Hajimaru Isekai Kyusoukyoku (WN) - Book 17 - 17-6. To Realm of Gods 2

Traversing into the only heir of Alabasta, Princess Nephirutali Weiwei, has billions of properties, it is impossible to become a pirate, and it is impossible to work in the navy, but this identity is still the ultimate boss of the pirate world. Im staring, if you don’t want to accept your fate and wait to die, then stand up and turn the world upside down!

Well, before you do anything, you have to live first, this world is still quite dangerous…

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Demien Walter died on a rain-soaked road in 2025, his career a footnote in football history.A journeyman midfielder whose playing days ended in obscurity. A tactical obsessive whose notebooks gathered dust. A coach whose first opportunity came too late and ended too soon.Until he opened his eyes in 2003, inhabiting the body of Yves Laurent — head coach of AS Monaco.Now, armed with twenty years of football knowledge from a future that hasn't happened yet, Demien faces the ultimate tactical challenge: rewriting history from the touchline.He knows which players will become legends. He remembers which matches change careers. He's witnessed the tactical revolutions that transformed the game.Monaco is just the beginning. With each victory, each tactical masterclass, each deviation from the timeline he remembers, Demien alters football's destiny. From the Champions League's bright lights to World Cup glory, from Milan to Madrid to Manchester, his journey will reshape the beautiful game in ways no one could predict.No cheat codes. No supernatural abilities. No second chances.Just a man with future knowledge in a past world, attempting to build a legacy that even death couldn't erase.Football isn't just played on the pitch. It's won in the mind.And Demien Walter's mind has already lived through everything that's about to happen.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

She is the 21st century best secret agent, died after a plane crash and transmigrated to a dysnasty not found in history. Not to mention being reincarnated as an infant, to suffer repeatedly by being framed by the Madame, bullied and humiliated by the Shu daughters, years of patience only for the sky to strike.

The number one landlord in the country? Jiang Hu’s hard to get a hold off and can barely catch a glimpse off ghost doctor? A patriarchal clan of saints who was supposed to be extinct a thousand years ago? Which one is really her?

He is the Tianfeng Dynasty’s most capable prince, and at the same time the most beloved son of the emperor. He is cold, he is ruthless, he is cruel, he is bloodthirsty, and he treated women as clothing. Everyone knows that he is heartless, but nobody knows that he has been in love before.

He was a man who has been silenced, her lover from a thousand years ago. A thousand years of entanglement, willing to give everything, just to exchange for that one beautiful woman’s smile.

“Who are you?’

” I’m your husband.”

“You think I’m three years old? My husband looks better than you.”

“I’m your husband 1,000 years ago.”

The woman, petrified, carefully asked, “How old are you this year?”

“2,220 years old.”

“Get the hell out! Bastard!! 2,220 years old!! Why don’t you say your dad was 12,000 years old?”

“My father is in fact this age, you still remember.”

“…”

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