MTL - Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields - Chapter 12 stereotype

The day of marriage. Lifting the sedan chair to the door, he lightly lifted the sedan curtain, but he saw no newcomer, only a piece of paper pressed under a stone.

Looking at her flamboyant font, his thousand-year-old pupils faintly spurted out a few flames. good very good. On his perfect and impeccable face, there was a faint smile, not angry but smiling.

However, no one saw the hidden chill in that smile. That woman dared to run away from marriage, he would let her know the consequences of doing so.

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Elyzara Thorne was just an ordinary woman until she died in the dumbest way possible. One moment she was walking down the street, the next, she was choking on a piece of candy and face-planting into the afterlife. Before she could even process her own stupidity, a snarky system appeared and dumped her into the body of a newborn baby.Sounds bad? Oh, it gets worse.Her new moms are the most terrifying tyrants the world has ever seen two ridiculously powerful empresses who rule with an iron fist, burn cities for fun, and make their enemies weep in fear. The entire kingdom is one bad day away from rebellion, and Elyzara’s new mission (whether she likes it or not) is to stop these two overpowered warlords from getting themselves overthrown.The problem?• She’s a literal infant.• Her moms worship the ground she drools on and think she’s the best thing since world domination.• Everyone around her is scared shitless of her “divine presence,” making diplomacy nearly impossible.Can Elyzara stop her bloodthirsty parents from committing war crimes before she’s old enough to walk? Or is she doomed to be the adorable mascot of tyranny?

I was on my way home with my friend when suddenly, I spotted a beautiful catgirl cosplayer with white hair. But something felt off—I couldn’t recall seeing her in any anime, manga, or games I had ever come across.Confused, I asked my friend standing next to me. To my shock, my friend’s response sent chills down my spine:“Huh? What catgirl? What are you talking about?”Suddenly, a truck came barreling toward the girl. Without thinking, I rushed to save her. In the end, both of us were hit by the truck.Now, I finds myself reincarnated in another world, in the body of the very catgirl I had seen.But... who is this girl?How is she related to the dungeons that keep popping up in the new world?Read to find out.-------------------It's really fun, with a lot of catgirls cute moments that let you explore what it's like to become a catgirl. (Like, what do they eat? Do they hate bath? Does their tongues have spike? Can they survive falling from high above?) There's a lot of sweet romance development and of course, some spicy chapters. But on the other hand, there will also be some intense action and dark moments as the story progresses.MC will be very confused emotionally and can be a bit annoying at first since she has to adapt to the catgirl genetics. Don't expect smut chappies right away because there has to be at least some relationship development.Slice of life slow start, slow burn, a lot of action later on.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.