MTL - Forced To Survive - Chapter 69 dastardly snack

In the autumn of his second year of high school, Tsujidou Masachika had just been appointed as the student council president when he found himself helping a student who was suspected of smoking in school.Her name was Ooba Monaka, a junior gal rumored to be a beautiful girl.He helped her on a whim, with no intention of getting involved. At least, that’s what he thought until…“I’ll do anything to thank you, Senpai~”For some reason, she became extremely attached to him!She would barge into the Student Council room every day, help with event preparations, and even go on dates. Gradually, Masachika and Monaka get closer as she aggressively narrows the distance between them.In the midst of it all, it turned out that the ‘suspected of smoking’ accusation was actually due to malice…?A sweet romantic comedy with a cheeky and cute junior gal begins!

An experiment gone wrong, or possibly right? A Nascent Kaleidoscope opens his eyes.

A reincarnated Zelretch story. Previous Fate-series knowledge recommended.

A Fate/DxD/Multi Crossover.

In Light of the horrendous new update, know that I do cross post on Fan Fiction dot Net.

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The maniac who was crazy about all kinds of fields such as military and steampunk had been reincarnated.

However, his father was King Sejong the Great?

The mania-wise king and his crazy maniac son.

Along with the ministers, and countless humans who were getting exploited.

Even today, the night of Joseon was filled with the light of overtime.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.