Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses - Chapter 7: The Crying of the Girl

Mei Fang’s rebirth story takes him back 20 years to the year 2002, becoming a 6-year-old boy who just wet the bed during nap time.On this same bed-wetting day, he tightly grasped a fate he had overlooked in his previous life, a love story spanning beautiful years, thus beginning a new journey—“Mei Fang, the three of us, are we going to be forever and ever, always good friends?”“Pinky promise… it’s a deal… no change is allowed… for a hundred years.”From a well-behaved little angel to a mischievous little devil.From a troublemaking wild girl to a cold and aloof female top student.The personalities of these playmates who spend their days together will evolve with the changing circumstances. Do you still like the way she was at the beginning?Playing with childhood sweethearts, and frolicking through the day, their paths crossed at the doorstep of their youth.Not shy or reserved, only infatuated without constraint.

A novel revolving around being transported to another world with an op system. The mc spends his day chasing skirts and doing missions to level up. A standard journey to the top with lots of girls from various animes and games with a twist of that gaming feel (hunting mobs, doing missions).

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I didn’t know this was a world inside a game. And I didn’t know my master was a mid-boss. “No way… wasn’t she supposed to self-destruct because of her personality?!” …I’m sorry.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.