Becoming God Of A Dystopian World - Chapter 280: The Reincarnated Empera

Why did going to the supermarket to buy vegetables end up transporting her to the 1970s, where she became the aunt her mother despised the most? She initially thought living in the 1970s would mean experiencing dire poverty, struggling from meal to meal. Fortunately, her grandfather was a devoted revolutionary, her grandmother adored her granddaughters, her father was indulgently affectionate towards his daughters, and her mother was harsh in words but soft in heart. Her uncles and aunt were exceedingly kind to her, and she even had a wealthy mother abroad and a father from a family with deep cultural roots. Wasn't this the prelude to living like a princess? With the advantages of the right time, place, and people, why did her life as the aunt still turn out so miserably in her previous life?A newcomer to rural 1972, Tian Sisi thought destiny wanted her to strive and be inspired, but in reality, it directed her towards a path of happiness and well-being. This story features a touch of levity, inspiration, struggle, and freshness. The female protagonist is no pushover.The new novel 'Spoilt Wife in the Sixties' has started, featuring a sweet romance tale, one-on-one.

Ruby was a genius; however, she tragically passed away after falling from the fiftieth floor of her own company's building.When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an entirely different world.Have you ever heard about the Ghost World? I'm not referring to the world of deceased individuals, but rather a planet.Ruby was shocked when she woke up in the body of an twenty-year-old girl who was already married and had four ghostly husbands. Unfortunately, these husbands didn't love the original owner, and the original owner treated them poorly.The first husband leaned over with a sly smile on his face and said, “You think you can leave me, pretty wife? Nope! Once my eyes catch what I like, I will get it no matter what.”The second husband angrily exclaimed, “I hate you, stupid witch! Don't leave me; your stupid husband loves you.”The third husband innocently said, “Wife, I made my special soup for you,” and proceeded to show bowls filled with blood.The fourth husband gently raised her chin and said, “Wife, I can't believe that with every passing second, minute, and hour, I'm falling for you even more.”The fifth husband, who fell in love with her at first sight, looked at the camera and arrogantly smiled. “I fell in love with someone at first sight! Get ready to grab it; I'm throwing ten thousand gems to celebrate,” he declared as the camera panned to a room filled with money and treasures.Ruby : “...” Please, someone, make me dead again.Warning:• Reserve Harem• 18+

When a terminally ill young man awakens in the world of his favorite childhood game, he realizes he isn’t the protagonist, the destined hero, or even a major side character. Instead, he has become an extra—a disowned noble barely clinging to relevance in a world where strength determines everything. Worse, his fate in the game was to die an early, meaningless death.Armed with only his knowledge of the game’s storyline and a common system that tracks his stats and skills, he is determined to survive. But mere survival isn’t enough. He remembers a hidden easter egg from a long-forgotten anime collaboration: the Mangekyō Sharingan—a power limited by game mechanics but unrestricted in reality.With Kamui as his trump card, he walks the fine line between fate and freedom, seizing power from the shadows while avoiding suspicion. As the protagonist and his allies battle against demons and unravel the game’s grand destiny, he secretly builds his own strength—manipulating events, mastering forgotten arts, and even forging ties with villainous factions.Will he remain a footnote in history, or will he carve his own legend in a world that was never meant to be his?

Life Demon, Order Demon, Knowledge Demon, Fate Demon, War Demon…When various bizarre powers invaded, the world was clearly divided into two distinct sides.Some worship them as gods, walking upon the earth as their spokespeople.Others choose to drink a glass of strong liquor on scarlet nights, and raise the hunting rifle in their hands