General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming - Chapter 1292 - : Wei Xiaobao Is Angry

Stumbling upon a game, I found myself immersed in a script brimming with excitement: superpowers, oddities, curious artifacts, and demons...Here, one can not only delight in the pleasure of grinding but also touch an infinite degree of freedom and even experience the curious thrill of being carried away by monsters!Let’s not talk too much, happiness, just happiness is all that matters!

The magical girl who made the wish of “destruction of this world” came to Ke Xue’s world, and Kewpie became a little Kewpie.

Being chased by someone holding a knife at the beginning, Shuangyue fell silent.
In a world without witches, how would she purify her soul gem?

Originally, he just wanted to be a good and hard-working employee in the winery, but the old man always liked the whole brainwashing operation. Suppressed by the world consciousness, for her own pure land, Shuangyue decided to go to his red square and black square, she would smash the dog world consciousness.

The protagonist is not a good person (highlighted), the three views have been distorted in the magic circle world, not a red square.

Little Cupid: You are my magical girl, and I am your Cupid.
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Rescuing Matsuda Cat and Jingguang Cat, the protagonists directly built a gray empire for Jin Jiu and Sister Bei.
Hagihara and the squad leader are still dead, because the protagonist was not there at the time.
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Do not dismantle the original cp, bring your own cp (but there is no obvious emotional line).

Content Label: Teen Conan
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The World was thrown into chaos with the arrival of monsters but the humans were given a chance of awakening powers.The MC who was once used to read stories like that was now reincarnated in such world.This is his story on how he would proceed in this troublesome world.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…