Young Master System: My Mother Is the Matriarch - Chapter 32 - : Tense Discussions

Gojo Satoru always knew he could travel back in time whenever his life was in danger. After surviving betrayal, the battle at the Prison Realm, and his fight with Sukuna, he realized he needed a fresh start. When he opened his eyes, he was sixteen again—his first day at Jujutsu High. Nothing had happened yet. This was his chance to change everything.But something was wrong. Geto Suguru was missing.Gojo searched all of Tokyo but found no trace of him. Then, a year later, during a mission near Shinjuku Station, he spotted a familiar face—a boy with a bun and strange bangs.Gojo’s heart raced.Geto Suguru: “Who are you?”

Waking up with a hangover, Zhang Tuohai found he had entered a game called Road Survival.

One person, one car, searching for supplies on the road with no end in sight, struggling to survive.

In this game, crises were aplenty and many people had perished because of the search for supplies.

Zhang Tuohai found that he had bound to the hint system.

Stop! There is a level 4 material box hanging from the treetops on the side of the road with an RV upgrade blueprint inside.]

While everyone was still careful and had difficulty surviving, Zhang Tuohai could already drive his RV and eat hot pot.

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Shishio stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, and he couldn’t look away. Her waist might be the narrowest waist that he had ever seen, and he was wondering how it felt to hug that waist. Finally, he made up his mind and decided to say hello to her, but suddenly…

[Target has been found!]

«Huh?»

[Welcome to Scumbag System!]

[The more woman you have, the more rewards you will receive!]

[As a starting gift, you have received «Japanese Food Cooking Mastery»!]

[As the first target has been found, you also receive 500 million yen on your back account!]

[The journey has only been started!]

[Work hard, young man!]

«???????»

Shishio frowned and said, «I refuse!» without hesitation, but after a while…

«I refuse!.. I really refuse!.. I really try hard to refuse!.. Sorry, I can’t refuse it…»

Shishio tried really hard, but he couldn’t…

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”