My stunning iceberg CEO wife - Chapter 1124: The Shock of Immortal Energy

A Naruto fanfic where the MC is not an orphan and he does not chase after every single girl in the elemental nations (#NO-HAREM CLUB). What more could you want?~~~SYNOPSIS~~~When a popup appeared on Jacob's screen while he was playing Minecraft to fill out the transmigration form, he didn't expect it would actually happen because if he knew, he would've definitely not requested any random system as his cheat.~What to expect~# A protagonist who is not an orphan# NO-HAREM (No romance either at least till the point I've written.)# Even though he has a system, he wouldn't become op anytime soon so there would be lots and lots of training# Other characters won't be idiots to make the mc look smart~What not to expect~# HAREM# Cold emotionless mc# Immediate plot derailment

The world’s largest VRMMO, Conviction, was almost like a second world for humanity. It had integrated itself into the real world’s economy, with both corporations and individuals seeking their fortunes through the game.

In this game, Nie Yan prided himself in his Level 180 Thief. He could barely be considered among the top experts in the game. Though, that was the only thing he could take pride in. He was penniless and unable to advance in life; a situation he was forced into by the enemy of his father. If it weren’t for the little money he made by selling off items in Conviction, he would’ve barely been able to eat. In the end, he chose to settle his matters once and for all. He assassinated his father’s enemy. He lay dying shortly after being shot in the pursuit.

However, that wasn’t the end of his story. Instead, he awoke moments later to find that he had reincarnated into his past self. Armed with his experience and knowledge of future events, he sets out to live his life anew.

It is the 49th year of Konoha, and the Uchiha clan massacre is only seven years away.A set of women's clothing that accelerates training when worn.A Zanpakutō that grants invincibility upon releasing its Bankai.In this urgent and chaotic time, Qing Chuan has been transported to this world.To survive, he has no choice but to don women's clothes and speed up his training.While training, he meets Itachi Uchiha. To hide his identity and avoid suspicion, he takes on the alias Haruko.In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed...

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable.Her therapist called her alexithymic.Unable to understand or describe her own emotions.The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access.“You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—”“I’m not here about the meeting.”…“Ugh.”Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal.Then Elara woke up.Not in her office. Not in a hospital.In a different world. In a different body.She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies.How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead?……“Your Highness, please… ugh…”The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain.“Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips.“Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.”On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists.“Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.”Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared.Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.