MTL - The System Asks to Uninstall: The Male God is Poisonous - Chapter 51 Giants abandoned less 51

Lin Ping'an traversed to a High Martial World, where the Ten Thousand Races invaded, leaving the Human Race weak and on the brink of danger. At this critical moment, he awakened the Civilization Master System.He simply created countless speedy Demonic Cultivation Techniques that spread widely, causing the Ten Thousand Races to exclaim how truly bizarre they are.[ Painful Demon Body ]: The longer the cultivation time, the faster the Qi Blood grows, but the more painful it becomes.[ Qianyuan Burning Life Technique ]: Burns life to gain strength, living like a summer flower, blooming with momentary brilliance.[ Celestial Demon Dissolving Technique ]: Burn all of oneself to unleash the strongest combat power.[ Abi Dao Three Blades ]: Bound by Demon Thought, eternally falling into Abi, the three blades extinguish ghosts and gods.[ Heaven-Defying Seven Demon Slash ]: Soul destroyed with no regrets, protecting the Human Race, slash slash slash slash slash slash slash.[ Life-Burning God-Slaying Arrow ]: Soul as the guide, life as the arrow, one strike for the fall of the demon emperor.Emotionless Swordsmanship... Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique... Blood God Technique... Sunflower Manual... Blood Escape Technique... Soul Destruction Nine Palms...

This is the story about the rebirth of a xiao gōng with a sweet steamed bun-like xiao shòu.

In the past life, xiao shòu, in order to help xiao gōng block a poisonous blade, ended up dying due to blood loss.

After the rebirth of xiao gōng, xiao shòu was loved till overflowing.

This is a cliche story which is warm, sweet, no abuse.

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In the last age of light, when the Dark Lord’s shadow grew long and deep, a single voice cried out through the veil of time.One child would be marked by the Dark—destined to stand as his equal.But prophecy never speaks in solitude.The Second Child was born not of fire, but of frost—A child of snow, carried by silence, forged in the cold ache of betrayal from another life.Once broken by a world that failed her,Now reborn into one that sings with ancient magic, she remembers everything—The scars, the silence, the hunger to be free.She carries not just a soul, but a secret lineage.Not Black, but White.The most ancient and feared house in wizarding Britain—rival to the House of Black.As the old war stirs again, the girl who walks with the snow must carve her own path,One not dictated by strangers , nor prophecy, nor fate.For she is not the chosen one.She is the one who chooses.Her name will never be spoken in prophecy’s limelight,But she will shape its every echo.When the wise fall,When the first light fades,When darkness hunts not just the chosen boy, but the truth itself .She will rise.Freed by will to a future she dares to dream,She will defy the prophecy’s chains,And forge a new legend.Her wand shall carve snow into fire,Her heart shall unmake silence,And her journey will lead not to glory,But to truth,To freedom,And to the light that returns after the storm.……………………………………….Author’s Note:Just a quick reminder before you begin—this fanfic is written entirely by me. I only use AI to help refine the grammar and polish the text. All the characters, plot, and story decisions are my own.I mention this at the start for those who may not prefer stories that use any form of AI assistance. I want to be upfront so you know what to expect.This fanfic is also firmly in the Yuri genre, focused on a female lead and her relationship with another girl—possibly two, but no more than that. Most likely, it will center around just one love interest.I hope you enjoy the story and the journey ahead!

[Complete] Who could be more unlucky than her? She inexplicably fell down a mountain, lost her memory, was forcibly taken back to a villa by an overbearing and sly CEO for investigation, and on top of that, she had to deal with him constantly tearing at her clothes, wanting to find hidden cameras.The sly CEO said, “Want to leave? Complete your last task first!”“I want Italian ice cream!” a pregnant woman pouted with red lips, patting her swollen belly. “It's the middle of the night, darling, no ice cream, have a banana instead.” His gaze was burning. “It's not me who wants it, it's your son who does!” the pregnant woman cooed. Thus, a private jet flew directly to Europe overnight, and when she woke up in the morning, she and her baby were already in Italy.