MTL - Picking Up a General to Plow the Fields - Chapter 8 The origin of the two families

Roger’s remarks before his execution opened the chaotic era of great pirates. At the same time, this is also an era of **.

Former One Piece crew member, Giotto witnessed the beginning of the era and established his own family with a system.

The navy has three generals, and the pirates have four emperors?

So it’s not too much for me to have six guardians in Peng Lie?

Is the world government cp organization haunted?

The strongest assassination unit, Balian, find out…

Here, the name of Peng Lie will spread all over the sea!

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(Escape from the end of the world + cute baby + the heroine is not the Virgin + 1v1 Shuangjie)

Lin Xiajin woke up after sleeping in the women’s dormitory to find that it was still dark, and her mobile phone had no signal.

The originally lively university campus has become a paradise for zombies, and there are strange roars and screams from time to time…

Lin Xiajin, who was too late to escape, found out that she was pregnant!

Looking at my growing belly, prenatal education, nutrition, and toys are indispensable.

Others killed zombies to snatch food, Lin Xiajin killed zombies to stock up on toys and diapers! Stock up on baby supplies!

But suddenly a man appeared and wanted to be with her? ! I thought I was going to grab supplies from her!

This guy suddenly told her that this was for their son!

Lin Xiajin looked at this serious and handsome face, I regarded you as a teammate, but you regarded me as my wife? ?

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When Fang Jin learned that he was in a cultivation novel where the protagonist was a lady and that he had become cannon fodder, he quickly racked his brain to think of a way to save himself.

Everything seemed wrong until he saw it.

[First day as a pet owner.]

[Attractiveness +1]

…

[A day of cultivation with zero gain.]

[Understanding +1]

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.