MTL - Addicted To Favoritism, the Reborn Sweet Wife is So Sweet - Chapter 9 make an exception for you

You’re a struggling young doctor, barely making ends meet with a measly $2000 monthly income. Life’s pressures and trials weigh heavily upon you!But lo and behold! One fine morning, you wake up to find yourself equipped with some sort of cheat codes…You’re scheduled for an appendectomy, so you roll up your sleeves and get ready to explore the abdominal terrain:You touch the cecum: “Cecum: Healthy!”You palpate the colon: “Colon: All clear!”You reach the appendix: “Appendix: It’s an inflamed, pus-filled appendix monster, level 15, rare creature. Recommendation: Perform an appendectomy!”With a decisive hand, you wield your scalpel and skillfully remove the troublesome appendix.“Ding! Rare appendix monster eliminated! Rewards: +100 experience in appendectomy, +$100, and a shiny white suture needle!”And thus, your journey begins as an emergency surgeon. But remember, with great healing powers comes great responsibility!

Jiang Hao transmigrated and was born into an ordinary family and was forcibly sold into the demonic sect, becoming a disciple of the demonic sect.He wanted to calmly cultivate and gradually become stronger in order to survive in the world of cultivation.However, he was subjected to all sorts of humiliations by a female demon.With a vast difference in strength, he could only endure the humiliation and sneakily survive, keeping his weapons hidden and strike when the opportunity arises.

Polishing antiques in the basement was supposed to be a punishment. When monsters arrived, it saved Emma’s life. Now sealed inside a suit of armor old when the world was young, Emma Knight will have to master newfound powers she’d long regarded as merely myth; all whilst navigating the breakdown of society and delving through dungeons in search of the truth behind the apocalypse. How’s that for a Sworded Affair? What to expect: LitRPG, Progression, Dungeons and the Apocalypse. What not to expect: Harem, Smut, Drama or Tragedy.

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.