Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby! - Chapter 71: A Minor Structural Incident

A weary historian dies and finds himself in a different world awakened in a life as the notorious young Duke of a southern state. His nation is weakened, his army underfed, and his neighbors revolve around his lands menacingly. No one believes his land is going to hold out until winter.But this newfound duke is no naive simpleton his enemies recollect. He carries with him the experience of centuries of war and empire, of starting and ending monarchies. From Caesar to Napoleon, from the Mongols to world wars, he has learned from each of them—and his strategy is to make history his very own arms.He organizes his smashed levies into well-trained formations, rebuilds his castles, and turns his villages into supply centers. Where others see defeat, he senses opportunity. As he triumphs, rumors spread: of a pennant red as winter snow that shall not go to ground, of a bloody duke who writes his name in gore and flame.Is he a savior who's constructing a new empire, or a tyrant who's going to bring the world to endless war?

[Welcome to a New World, Innkeeper! Let’s build something cozy~]Masterchef Finn thought he was finally getting his restaurant when he was literally thrown into a world filled with beasts and magical creatures.And…he had to build an inn? Smack in the middle of nowhere? Er, no, not nowhere. In the middle of monster-infested areas!Fortunately, he had a massive shield to protect him and the inn. He could build stuff with the press of a button, and he could buy useful things from a mysterious market. He even got a cute panda mascot as a taste tester.Maybe this place wasn’t as bad as he thought.He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could finally live the relaxed life focused on cooking that he had once dreamed of!However, he soon realized that his future customers would be adventurers, mercenaries, merchants, and even other creatures. He was tasked to house them and feed them, to help them survive in the most dangerous part of their world.Like this, he was inexplicably drawn to a bigger world and was pushed to take on responsibilities outside his precious comfort zone.He was even asked to do [Missions] himself!What kind of Innkeeper is expected to do monster clearings!?...____If you like:- Adventures and Monster Fights (Weak to Strong tho!)- Quests / Missions- LitRPG- Cooking!- Business-building / Money-making- Inn-building / Infrastructure- Slice-of-life / Cozy!Check this story out!

Reborn Holy Soul Village, nicknamed Aman, the eighteenth generation of ancestors innate soul power zero, awakened third-level green hatchet, no soul ring, no soul skills, fights rely on flat cuts, if you feel uncomfortable, come and cut me.

Also known as “I was born a commoner, a rich family daughter fell in love with me” “This person clearly wastes martial arts…

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.