Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 460- Birthday Gift

Wang Sheng is a fortunate soul who was granted a second chance by the heavens.After he died in his previous life, Wang Sheng finds himself waking up in his younger-self’s body while retaining all the memories of his past life. He remembers that he died in a gang fight due to his lack of cultivation level. He had wasted a lot of time in his past life on internet cafés and idling.In this life, Wang Sheng decides to change his fate once and for all by cultivating properly instead of relying on random cultivation methods from the internet. As he seeks guidance from masters of different sects, he is introduced to the world of cultivation, as well as the dangers and evils that lie within. Now that he is involved in the world of cultivation, will Wang Sheng be able to navigate through the dangers of the cultivation world while redeeming himself with the help of his past-life memories?

Follow Benjamin Joyce, an elderly man with a passion for blacksmithing who spent his life travelling the world and learning new things. Now, after helping out the developers of the first ever real VRMMO game, he gets the chance to play said game earlier than the majority of other people.

[discord server]https://discord.gg/dyYFy6N5(Smut with a good storyline)[Read 24+ chapters]“Hey, you’re sucking a bit too hard...my neck hurts!” I tried to push her off me, but she refused.“Zip it, human. To me, you’re nothing but my juice tank.”…Sigh.My name is Minato Katana. I’m a 20-year-old web novel addict and a university student living in Shibuya.I don’t really want to get into too many details, but one night while searching for the limited edition of my favorite novel, I ran into a strange old lady. Who handed me a book titled The Realms of Eternity.At first, I thought it was just some weird, old forgotten novel. But when I opened it, curiosity got the better of me. Inside was a summoning ritual...and before I knew it, I had brought the Demon Lord’s daughter straight into my small apartment.”

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.