MTL - Fantasy Family Simulator - Chapter 371 Sveta's Choice (ask for a monthly ticket, recommended ticket)

Travel through the Naruto world and be reborn as a dried persimmon ghost shark.

“As a dam maintainer, I carry two hundred catties of lime with me, which is very reasonable and reasonable, right?”

“The so-called unlimited physique means that you are in charge of physique, and I am in charge of unlimited.”

I kidnapped and robbed, didn’t pay my debts, beat up the elderly, bullied children, attacked others without telling the truth, and often killed my superiors and employers…

But I know that I am a good ninja.

I have the heart of a bodhisattva, the face of a vajra, and the means of demons. I walk in the darkness of the ninja world, but I pursue a bright future where everyone is like a dragon.

I, the dried persimmon shark, was born a miscellaneous fish, and swore that one day, I would smash this boring world dominated by blood theory.

- Description from novelbuddy

A biker tries to save a cat on the highway and gets hit by a truck (Truck-Kun), he was rushed to the hospital but, due to internal bleeding, he dies only to be reborn as a cat, in a new world with a system.

In this new and vast world, he tries his best to get used to his new body and get stronger along the way. With his overpowered system and skills. To one day become untouchable.

In the book “The Sweet Wife of the Campus Heartthrob”, Chu Yang was an extremely capable female supporting character. She came from a poor family and had a weak and delicate appearance. She followed the main couple around pretending to be pitiable while secretly trying to sabotage their relationship so she could take the female lead’s place.

Later her true colors were revealed and she was spurned by everyone. When she fell ill, there was no one to take care of her and she died alone in her shabby little shack. By the time her body was discovered, it had already started to decay.

Chu Yang, a witch who had transmigrated into the book: …Crash! Why bother with men! Making money is so much better than chasing men.

Much later, Chu Yang secretly felt up the abdominals of the man next to her: Mmmm, sometimes playing with men is pretty nice too.

Chi Yan, who had just woken up, felt his ears turn red: My girlfriend seems to really like my abs, I should work hard to maintain them…

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.