MTL - He is From Great Sea of Stars - Chapter 87 That surrogate white moonlight

Luen transmigrates into a world where he is the sole surviving members of his family. He is informed that almost all of his relatives are dead and his father delivers his final words with his last breath.After his father's death, he finds a special ring with his family patterns on it.When he picks up that ring, “Declare your name”, a voice whispers.“My name is Ethan Polleta, and I will rebuild the family's name.”

Having been reborn in the high school graduation season of 2008, Li Yuan found himself back at the moment when he confessed to the school beauty...Bai Weixi: “Thank you, being liked by you is an honor for me, but I don't want to be in a relationship right now.”Li Yuan promptly took back the gift he had presented: “Then give me back the gift I gave you.”Bai Weixi, with her beautiful eyes wide, looked at him in disbelief: “Li Yuan, what do you mean?”“You've already rejected me, yet you still want to keep my gift?”“But we are good friends!”“Heh, like I'm short of good friends? What I'm short of is a girlfriend, you get it?”Watching Bai Weixi, disheveled in the wind, Li Yuan turned to ask: “By the way, could you give me your best friend's phone number?”Bai Weixi fumed with anger: “Li Yuan, what are you trying to do?”Li Yuan just shrugged nonchalantly: “Nothing much, she's prettier than you, I've decided to pursue her instead.”

He was the cold-blooded prince of the Jin country. Decisive and smart, he had looked down on the world with apathy and disdain.

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.