BTTH: I married Xun'er, but she refuses to consummate our marriage! - Chapter 142: The Snake People Migrate, and the Nations Attack!

If a man ‘Levels Up’, any boring work can be repeated endlessly―Natsuno Taiyou.

“Talent” should be useful only in game, but even in reality how is it useful!?

When Taiyou woke up he received a power from a fairy “The ability to Level Up in the real world”, but immediately when leveling up boring work, surprisingly ‘charm’ had dropped down!―However, the charm level that was originally 0, has thank god become ‘65535′!

Taiyou aims to level 100. And enjoy a harem life with seven brides.

The Luofeng Rising System allows him to see the desires list of any goddess who scores over 90 points. As long as he satisfies their desires list, he can obtain generous rewards.Desire list of the newlywed female host:【1. It's tough being a new host, can someone tip me 100 bucks? I will give you my private contact info】Ding! You tipped the host 100 yuan, fulfilled the host's desire list, and got a million-dollar luxury car exchange card.【2. I want to move out of the dorm, it's inconvenient to broadcast live here】Ding! You invited the female host to co-rent, satisfying her desire, and got a beauty enhancement.【3. I want to find a boyfriend to learn how to act cute】Ding! You successfully confessed to the Goddess, and got a Jump Money Card reward.Unknowingly, Luofeng had become the savior of the goddesses...【Desire list of a grassroots goddess: I was laughed at for my 99 yuan purse, I really want to buy an LV】【Desire list of a dance major goddess: My parents won’t allow me to date, it's been ten lonely years, I wish to find a comrade to keep secrets and solve my problems】【Desire list of an aloof school beauty: Someone chase me, let me experience what it feels like to be pursued, and I'm really easy to chase, just take me out for dinner】【Desire list of a popular female star: I'm already in my late twenties, I want a child】Thousands of faces, every goddess has a unique hidden desire in her heart.Luofeng, using this cheat, begins to successfully handle the goddesses. Even the most noble ones seemed transparent before him.Alternate titles of this book are: “I'm not really a warm guy, please spare me little sisters”, “I just want to shear rewards”, “I understand women's hearts”

Buried alive. Forgotten by the world. Cursed to refine death itself.Rin Xie clawed his way out of his own grave with nothing but broken nails, shattered bones, and a core pulsing with rot. In a world where the heavens punish the wicked with celestial fire, where death cultivators are hunted like beasts, Rin awakens with a forbidden path—one that feeds on pain, suffering, and the ashes of the dead.He cannot heal. He cannot forget. But every wound, every betrayal, every death he witnesses becomes fuel for his ascension.Under a crimson eclipse, he walks through battlefields where spirits still scream. In deserts of bone, he consumes lotus flowers blooming from despair. He learns techniques the heavens sealed away in fear—Soul Wither Pulse, Requiem Bloom, Grief Reclamation.But the deeper he dives into death, the less human he becomes.He no longer cries for the fallen.He no longer prays for peace.He begins to wonder—what kind of death should he become?In a world where power devours morality, Rin Xie will either become the end of all things...Or something worse.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”