I Became Friends with the Second Cutest Girl in My Class (WN) - Chapter 279

After the world was torn apart by the apocalypse, humanity barely managed to hang on. The cities are gone, the night is dangerous, and monsters, ghosts, and bizarre things wait around every corner.Dropped into this mess is Amon, a transmigrator who doesn’t get a sword, magic, or even a proper weapon. Instead, his cheat is something no one else could have imagined—the Lewd Streamer System.While other survivors risk their lives fighting monsters to grow stronger, Amon’s strength comes from something very shameful to most humans: streaming lewd shows to an audience made up of gods, demons, and strange beings watching from across the stars.In a world where power means survival, can his ridiculous system really keep him alive—or will it drag him into even deeper trouble?What you can expect:1) A diverse and branched power progression2) Smut! Along with quite a good amount of Action.3) A great story (I'll try my best!)4) A decent sized harem.What you will not see:1) Netorare (cheating)2) Yuri and Yaoi3) I've seen a lot of Mc's who seem to have tossed their brains away before being born. Here, he'll be normal. Normal cuz a character's intelligence can't exceed the author's and I consider myself a regular person.Maybe's: (Stuff that may or may not happen. I haven't decided.)1) Netori: MC stealing other's women.2) Cosplays and roleplayYeah, that's it.Lastly about the MC:Amon puts himself and his loved ones first. He's logical when it comes to making future plans but he'll lose control if his girls are in danger. He has a trauma and you might guess it in the first chapter and due to this, he doesn't like losing control of situations. The more in control he is, the safer he feels. This changes as he gets close to the girls, learns more about them and trusts them.He is someone who climbed the corporate ladder by suppressing his pride, goals, feelings and putting on layers of masks to please others. And when he takes it off and tries to be normal in his second life, he's overly blunt to the point of not feeling any shame when talking about the most embarrassing topics.------I hope you will all like it!

One minute, I was a medical doctor rushing to work. The next, I woke up as a lowly omega inside the pages of my favorite werewolf novel The Psycho Alpha.Alpha Zachary Black. The cruel, ruthless, dangerously sexy Alpha of the Redwood Pack. The same man who kills anyone who breathes wrong around him. Especially women.He hates them. Despises weakness. And he definitely doesn’t believe in love. And he chose me as his personal omega. But there’s something wrong with me. I can hear his thoughts. Not just random thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Dark, possessive, obsessive ones about me. His so-called “personal omega.”He thinks I’m weak, fragile, breakable… but he also wants to ruin me, claim me, devour me. Every time he looks at me, his inner voice screams things his lips would never dare say out loud.I should be afraid of him. I should run far, far away. But how do you escape someone who owns your body and now, wants your soul?Worse, he’s starting to suspect I’m not who I say I am. Because I’m not just Christy, the omega. I’m a stranger in this world, trying to survive a plot I already know ends in blood.

Cheng Ling, the descendant of modern martial arts, traveled to the ancient times of war, and took his family to escape from the famine, farming, practicing medicine, and doing business…

Working hard for tomorrow, only to get a place to live in this strange era after the world is stable, to stand up with dignity, instead of kneeling and begging for life.

But who knew that disguising as a man was so successful that the new dynasty left her good name everywhere.

Young Master Hou’s Mansion: Young Master Cheng is very talented, and what he said casually was the rule of the world. I must recommend him to the prince.

Guozijian sacrifice wine: Cheng Xiaoyou has a splendid beauty in his chest, and the day when the imperial examination resumes, it must be the time when he will become famous. If he can’t win the top spot, the old man will slam into a pillar to tell the sky.

Miss Xiangfu: Cheng Shenyi is a prodigy, but he has a noble character and is not interested in fame and fortune. I respect him and love him, even if I have no relationship with him, I should ask the prince’s cousin to give him a birth.

Ten Miles of Spring Breeze Hua Kui Lady: Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is matched with white clothes? In that court, were they okay with you?

With a sigh, only remote mail.

…

And the prince, who was always mentioned in passing, intentionally or unintentionally, had already quietly raised his chin.

Prince: My brother, my confidant, what do you say?

Cheng Ling:  …

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Eons have passed since the prophesied godslayer met his demise. Yet, in a world reborn, whispers stir of his return, of a new man born from the remnants of an ancient prophecy.Kallen, destined to master the delicate balance between chaos and order, light and darkness, emerges to defy the very fabric of fate.Existence is a tapestry, one whole, connected, and indivisible. It is woven by the fabric of fate, spun with the strings of karma, and stitched with the threads of causality.Yet, within this unity lies individuality, and this individuality is the essence of existence. The manifestation of essence is Will.But what is a sparked Will against one akin to a raging inferno? What is a child before a mammoth? The conviction of a mortal before the boundless Will of cosmic beings?The answer is defiance!.A defiant Will, is what Kallen needs to liberate himself from the suppression every mortal endures from apex lifeforms. To live his life free, unhinged and on his own terms.But it takes a bit of crazy to be brave, and Insanity to be defiant.This is the story of a mortal breaking limits to achieve Apexification, to walk with his head held high and free in every corner of the universe.It is the irony of a slave who holds the reins, even as their chains bite deep. It is the cry of a heart bound in servitude, yet refusing to surrender its essence.