MTL - Return of the Net Gaming Monarch - Chapter 402 Battle in the arena

An 18-year-old girl who lost her family in an accident, Yamano Mitsuha falls off a cliff one day and transferred to a different world with a civilization level of medieval Europe. Mitsuha who discovered it was possible to go and return to Earth after a deadly fight with wolves decided to live in both worlds.

「For the sake of security in old age, I will aim for 80,000 gold coins!」

I will try not to let strange things circulate and distort the progress of the world, but I won’t hold back for the sake of my easy life and safety! While carrying three handguns along with words and deeds that appear decent, in her head, Yamano Mitsuha is a sly girl.

Making an effort to make money even with a small body that looks like a child to foreigners!

Oh, my secrets are too dangerous, you said? It’s fine, it’s fine! I’ll transfer away when push comes to shove!

Lao Zhe’s Realistic Style Anti-Japanese War New Book

“We will definitely come back!” A military officer said to thousands of officers and soldiers under his command.

But since they left the customs, the invaders are strong, the country is still in danger, how is the family safe? The battle line goes all the way to the south, fighting countless Guanshan Mountains, but losing countless Guanshan Mountains, until the top of Cangshan Mountain and the bank of Erhai Lake!

Looking back, there is endless smoke and mountains, how many officers and soldiers are buried in other places? A war of resistance has been fought for fourteen years, how many people can return to their hometown?

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Having being plagued by same dream for the past six years, Chu Yanshen discovered a little boy who looked just like him out of the blue. It was only then did he, Chu Yanshen, learn that he had been deceived by the little lass six years ago…

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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.