MTL - Pirate: Seeing My Proficiency, I Became a Legend - Chapter 10 Returning the Sword, Unpredictable Fate

Xu Niannian was reborn in the 1980s and became the most beautiful flower in ten miles around.With three younger brothers at home, her sharp-tongued mother loved her as her life; daughters were golden lumps while sons were just a waste of money.She had thought she would encounter a host of troublemakers, but although there were many, they ended up spoiling her rotten.The stingy grandmother, upon meeting her, would always dig out the best things for her.The acerbic mother, who was scolding her sons just a second ago, would instantly change her expression to a blooming chrysanthemum upon seeing her daughter.Thus, Xu Niannian's goal became to work hard to earn money and keep her quirky family well-fed and chubby.Having obtained the Spiritual Spring by chance, Xu Niannian grew more beautiful every day.When Jin Yu first met Xu Niannian, he only felt that the girl was charming and bewitching, beautiful enough to dazzle him.He had another girl in mind, yet was inexplicably captivated by Xu Niannian's allure, unaware that the one he wished to take responsibility for and the one he liked were the same person.

An ordinary high school boy named Max is in his basement watching porn and masturbating. When suddenly, a pop-up ad covered the whole screen!

On the day of her escape from prison, she had died unexpectedly and was reborn into the body of Madam Huo.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.