PREVIEW

... obs instead of my stomach.

"Spit it out, Sister Aster!! Hurry, hurry!!"

"Ueegghhh…Wai--uueeghh… Ode--uueegghh…"

Emilia sighed, "Don't bother, Miss Odeta… Anyone who ate that much Grey Powder would already be dead… So either there wasn't any in the first place which is highly unlikely… Or Lady Aster is somehow immune to it as well…"

Ah… I guess that would be my [Iron Gut] at work?

Good thing I already predicted something like this happening to me because of ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Serial PlayerChapter 21 - : Explain Your Hammer!
 9
4.5/5(votes)
HorrorAction

To [Player]: This is the mystery of life, the journey of all things.You will become stronger, transform into superheroes, and possibly even touch the power of divinity. However, if you fail, death awaits you.For you have already stepped into the highest Sequence of the Evolution Game!“Isn't this making things difficult for Darwin?” Li Changhe muttered as he watched the [Player] arriving in the distance: “And giving Newton a hard time as well.”Fervent passion flows, don't spread hate if you dislike it

Legend of the Cultivation GodChapter 165
 911
4.0/5(votes)
XianxiaMartial ArtsAdventureRomance

When gods gather, lightning will strike and the earth will move. Immortals! Which of the numerous way to immortality should one follow? Immortals are hard to seek, but why should immortals hide? Heaven has no mercy, but humans have emotions, and these emotions hinder the road to longevity!

Go to Hell, White LotusChapter 64 (END) - Extra 2: Side character’s story part 2
 926
4.6/5(votes)
Shounen AiComedyAdventureFantasy

As an obscured and transparent slag gamer in the gaming world, Bai Lian Hua (White Lotus) had always been fond of those trash forum posts. Until one day: “White Lotus! Go check out the forum! 233333! You’re getting flamed!!!”

Journey to the End of the NightChapter 22 - : Seeking a Hug
 31
4.0/5(votes)
EasternXianxia

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.