Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou - Chapter 410: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou []

Jun Meilin, once the country's most envied socialite was embarrassed on national television by her husband. When he came home after a five year expedition in space, he was holding the hand of her widowed friend and a child.When they got home, her served her with divorce papers because he wanted his mistress and son to have a proper identity. As if the humiliation was not enough he used the life saving favor she owed him to stop her from announcing the divorce and insisted she stay with him for two years while he stabilized his career and enjoyed life with his mistress and bastard son.She could not believe the tragedy that had befallen her life. When she was falling apart, she woke up in a hospital, with a system that said, “Pamper the green tea man Mo Jingze and return to the pinnacle of your beauty and life or die.”Mo Jingze was her brother-in-law, a man she would never got involved with normally. For one, he was five years younger than her and two he was her ex husband's half younger brother. But every time her ex husband wanted to use her for something, Mo Jingze appeared in front of her, he would bat his eyes and seductively call her name. Like a bewitched woman, she would forget the ex in a heartbeat and reach out to him.For the green tea man, she slapped her ex husband, slapped the mistress, took back the company and eventually returned home and reunited with her family.Soon, Mei-Mei, could not remember her ex husbands name, she was too busy pampering the green tea brother-in-law who demanded for kisses everyday.But the green tea was only a green tea around her. Around other people, he was as poisonous as a viper!This book is participating in WSA 2025, please support me in any way you can.Excerpt.Jun Meilin walked into the living room, the first thing she saw was her ex punching her new assistant Mo Jingze on the cheek. Mo Jingze raised his beautiful eyes and called for her weakly.“Mei-Mei, it hurts.”As if she was possessed, Mei-Mei ripped her ex husband away from Mo Jingzhe and touched his face. The handsome face had a red mark which made her blood boil. She whirled around and kicked her ex away, giving him twice the pain he had given Jingzhe.“Mo Liang, how dare you touch my Aze! You are courting death.”“He...”Mo Lian started a defense but Mo Jingzhe moaned at that exact moment as if he was in great pain.Mei-Mei immediately helped Jingzhe up, screaming for someone to call a doctor. She did not see him sticking his tongue out at Mo Liang and smirking.When they were alone, he leaned against her and said softly, “Mei-Mei, kiss it better.”

I was reborn and began enjoying the high life at the Fallen Pavilion as the pampered young master of a prestigious family. To take me home, my lovely aunt personally visited the VIP room. I could even make a threat to have the immortal ice queen dance for me under the moonlight and captivate me with her beauty in the evening. Even the notorious foxgirl fell in love with me and followed me across the world like a loyal puppysimply because I was so handsome.But... Isn'tthistoo good to be true?

This game has two choices: become a reincarnated hero in another world or receive a duty as a god who guides such people. A man chooses the latter and becomes Raymund, the god of hope. He was tasked to send heroes to grant people's prayers in the mortal world.

After his heroes complete various missions, Raymund can choose a new one from the afterlife. That means he can make a harem of badass women!

A gorgeous formidable warrior? A cute loli wizard? A sexy ninja, maybe? Or perhaps a lovely woman with a unique job class? The possibilities are endless.

However, getting his heroines to complete missions is no easy feat. Raymund still had to think hard and make the right decisions.

So, will Raymund and his women be able to answer those prayers?

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”