MTL - Shanwa Small Rich Farmers - Chapter 29 watermelon out

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

A student who was preparing the Civil Service examination for 4th year, suddenly he found himself in an unfamiliar body 3 years ago.

As well as a status window displaying a threat in front of his eyes!

※Speciality: He used to take and sell idol’s data.

Warning: Mature Content Included (R-18+)---At 23, Nam Hyerin was diagnosed with a lump in her ovary. When she was told she could never have children, her fiancé abandoned her without a second thought. Grief-stricken and alone, her life ended not with the disease but during an unprecedented earthquake that struck Seoul.She should've been dead. However, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a strange new body—naked, tangled up with a half-human, half-beast man whose dark, scaly tail was wrapped tightly around her waist.“Woman, stop moving on top of me,” the man grumbled sleepily. “You’ve ridden me night after night until dawn… how are you still not done?”***Tags: Reverse Harem, Beast and Human, Drama, Comedy, Transmigration.

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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