MTL - After Brushing Face At The Apocalypse’s Boss For 363 Days - ~ 97 |

Tomokui Kanata has been reincarnated into the weakest race, goblin, and given a new name, Rou, after having undergone an unfortunate death. However goblin Rou has retained his previous life’s memories, an unusual evolution, as well as being blessed with ability to gain status boosts from eating.

Qin Fan was reincarnated and dumped by the school beauty.She had no idea that in his previous life, he was a god of the stock market. His net worth was more than 10 billion, and he could weather any financial storm.In his previous life, he did not care for his younger sister and caused her to fall ill and be hospitalized. Therefore, the heavens gave him a chance to make up for his previous regret. Now, he only wanted to make his younger sister a princess!In this life, it was not enough for him to have a 10 billion net worth. Even 100 billion was nothing.He wanted to create the Qin’s First Group and make it the top capital consortium in the world.

[Signed for physical publication. The release date will be announced in due course.]On the day of her blind date with Connor Quinn, Moira Sloan had her long legs crossed, the bell on her fair, slender ankle chimed crisply, and the tip of her foot grazed his calf, as if by accident.“Boss Quinn, want to get married?”Connor Quinn's features were stern and rigid; he remained silent.Just when both Moira Sloan and the matchmaker thought Connor Quinn would refuse, he responded in a cold, hard voice, “Yes.”Male Lead: Tattoo Artist & Female Lead: Lacquerware Intangible Cultural Heritage Inheritor1v1, both leads are virgins.Male Lead: Appears serious, but is actually mischievous.Female Lead: Appears flirtatious, but is actually serious.PS: This is not your typical CEO romance. Features secret identities. Reader discretion is advised.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.