Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System - Chapter 265 Graves vs Lin Feng’s Harem Part 2

She was a medical expert, talented and beautiful. She was reborn as his little wife. Her in-laws did not like her, her husband did not love her, and she was as timid as a mouse. She was weak and easy to bully.

Welcome Zhang Yu to the art life section of Yangtai. I am the host army!
     The literary world calls your work the peak of God.
     The comic world calls your work insurmountable.
     The music industry calls your work the limit of art.
     The film industry calls your work a box office myth.
     Of course, these are not what I want to ask.
     I want to ask…
     What is it for the sports world?

- Description from uukanshu

Daimon, a modern-day man with a penchant for video games and sci-fi lore, finds himself unexpectedly thrust into the Star Wars universe during the tumultuous era of the Old Republic. His reincarnation is anything but ordinary; he is reborn as a Gen'Dai (Not the ugly looking ones, his appearence is similar to Thanos) , a race celebrated for its extraordinary regenerative abilities and near-immortality. However, Daimon’s transformation is even more remarkable, his Gen'Dai physiology is enhanced by genetic traits from various races across the galaxy, making him an unparalleled force of nature. Twi'lek grace, Wookiee strength, and Rodian intelligence mingle with his own essence, giving him abilities that surpass even the greatest warriors of the time.His journey will start by learning the ways of the Jedi then learning the more darker abilities of the force which will give him even greater strength. And with his powerful connection to the force, he will be able to achieve anything he wants.-----Before reading please be aware that this is a Overpower Fanfic just like every fanfic I write so as you read keep that in mind especially in the beginning of the story

[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”