Enemies Are All Nourishment for My Fungi - Chapter 63 - : The Private Task Is A Trap (3)

An amazing world of cultivation. A majestic world where miracles happen. There is a warrior who defies destiny and forge his own path facing innumerable difficulties ahead.Come and join the life of the person who will go against the set destiny of the cruel world and become something extraordinary.=====Extraordinary my foot. What is this illogical cr*p? Does it even make sense?If you are doctor, then work in a hospital. What the hell are you doing going after girls?If you are a commander in the army, then bring your army to get revenge on those who wronged you. Why go through the trouble of pretending to be a weakling.You are a useless son in law? Your wife's family thinks you are good for nothing? Then how the hell did you score her in the first place?!!! If they like money so much and you are a hidden millionaire, then why in the name of sanity would you hide this fact and be berated every day?!!!The hell is all this?!!! The more I read it, the more illogical it becomes. Like this all came straight out of someone's as--[Host, why don't you calm down?]'You shut up!!! You're the reason I'm stuck here in the first place!!!!'[Host, you need anger management]'THE FU*K DID YOU SAY?!!!!!'

It was the Great Age of Pirates, surging forward with their thousand sails unfurled.

One young man from earth ate the Goro Goro no Mi and joined the Marine.

Justice vs Evil, Freedom vs Tyranny, the colliding waves between them would never cease.

But all of this…..”I couldn’t care less about!!”

At the summit of the war, surrounded by ten thousand people, Ron held a thunder halberd in hand and walked forward with strong steps.

Rivals meet face to face, but only one could become the King.

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The first princess of the Cristiane Empire, Evelyn de P la Cristiane was arrogant, willful and selfish. She always shouts at her maids and tortured them.She was abandoned by her mother since she was born in the Black Rose Palace, far away from the main palace. The reason was unknown to everyone.Everyone in the empire called her “The Abandoned Princess” “ The Unlucky Princess” “ The Powerless Princess”. She was the object of ridicule throughout the entire empire.But everything changes at the Black Rose Palace when Princess Evelyn has a stair accident. When she awoke a week later, the arrogant, willful and selfish princess seemed to have completely disappeared. She becomes silent, sighing frequently and becomes disinterested in everything.In fact, the princess is an infinite reincarnator who always forgets her previous memories after reincarnation and regained those memories after undergoing some form of stimulation.But this time, she realizes that she is actually being reincarnated in a reverse harem novel's world from thousands of years ago. And now the main story of the novel is finally starting but she doesn't care.But she started getting unwanted attention and interests of others. As first, she didn't care but later she starts getting a bit worried as the male leads start showing interest in her rather than the female lead.Heir to the Grand Duke, Captain of the Shadow Knights, Future Master of the Mage Tower, Prince of a Desert Kingdom, a mysterious wealthy merchant, The Prince of the Elves. Even some unexpected peoples.Evelyn: Logically, I am the ancestor of even your ancestor's ancestor. So, would you all please go away?. I'm already tired of this reincarnation thing. i don't want to be forced to remember anyone's name now.

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.