Royal love - I fell in love with CEO - Chapter 323: Want to be like a normal couple.

Sword God, Ahn Suho.The greatest swordsman player in humanity was, surprisingly enough, a civil servant hunter belonging to the Korean Hunter Association.Suho chose the path of a public servant purely to end the gates.Perhaps that’s why?When one of the disaster-level gates, called the final gate, was attacked,In an ironic turn of events, he was betrayed by his comrades.“You should have joined us from the beginning. Now I know why people say that civil servants are so inflexible.”The reason his comrades betrayed him?Because if the gates were closed, their power would disappear.Is this the end?Just as Suho’s consciousness was fading away,[Rebooting Player Ahn Suho’s system.]The system gave Suho one more chance.A chance to go back to the past and set everything right.

The universe is big, and Hayden’s about to invade it. Being drafted into a demon army wasn’t on Hayden’s bucket list. But when his soul is shoved into a human soldier on the eve of a new invasion, it’s not exactly like he can appeal the decision. Surrounding Hayden are demons, excited and ready. For them, the invasion promises a feast of souls and new growth. Their target? Berlis — a sword and sorcery realm straight out of classic fantasy. Hayden’s human status puts him at the bottom of the totem pole, meant to be cannon fodder that soaks up damage and dies first. But as he plunges into the carnage, he’s learning that he was born for the madness. Readers can expect: + Grimdark action and violence + Fighting, lots of it + Multiple worlds and magic systems + Slow burn

I am a female secretary of an overbearing president in a typical dog blood drama text.

The kind of person who doesn’t have a name at the end of the day, and could only be called “secretary”, one who wears a tight fitting black dress and a pair of 10cm high heels every day, running around in front of the president, humbly praying for the president’s attention, and hating the heroine.

In fact, I really don’t. If I like the president, I’ll be struck by lightning.

I’m getting more and more sick of the president lately. Except for the outstanding appearance that the author forced on him, this person is really useless from head to toe, low in EQ, and low in IQ.

A legendary business genius who is all-powerful, but he doesn’t even understand anything, chickens know more than him.

I had to reject all of his unreasonable demands every day, and on the way, teach him relevant knowledge of economic law and finance, and gradually…he became a master.

I’m so tired, I really want to quit my job.

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I became the childhood friend of the protagonist in a novel. The childhood friend who died from taking drugs.