Only I Am a Necromancer - Chapter 14: Orc Unit hunting the survivors (3)

In the book, the supporting male lead is the older brother of the female lead. The supporting lead has a cold and desolate personality and is despised by the female lead due to his terminal illness. However, when the female lead acted viciously and was abandoned by everyone, he still protected her, sacrificing everything for her and even dying for her.Su Ci has transmigrated into the book, becoming a little rabbit raised by the supporting male lead, and she has discovered that her life is tied together with this terminally ill supporting male lead.After becoming a little rabbit, Su Ci can only sleep on the supporting male lead’s dusty bed every day, eat withered carrots, and guard against the female lead, who occasionally tries to pluck her rabbit fur. To turn back into a human, she needs to find ways to get close to him every day.The supporting male lead noticed that lately, his pet rabbit always wanted to kiss him. Until one night, he leaned down and kissed this soft little creature, and it unexpectedly transformed into a beautiful little fairy!…The female lead encountered trouble, so she went to look for the supporting male lead, whom she always looked down upon. Unexpectedly, the young man, who was previously poor, down on his luck, and nearing death, had become a scion of a wealthy family in a blink of an eye, and by his side was a girl as beautiful as a fairy.But what made her jealous was that the always-cold and aloof supporting male lead actually kissed that girl gently in front of everyone!

Ade has lived in an incense burner for over a thousand years, her days spent sleeping. Longing for the outside world she hears about from her fairy friends, her wish is finally granted when a man brings her home, releasing her from the seal. Ade, tears streaming, vows to repay her savior to the fullest extent.Qin Yu, known as the cold and ruthless Third Master Qin of Kyoto, finds his life upended when strange occurrences plague his bedroom after he places an antique incense burner given to him as a New Year's gift there. Chaos ensues, with items displaced and unexplained puddles of water; he even senses something in his bed while half-asleep.One afternoon, Qin Yu comes home early to find a young girl cleaning up spilled milk. The girl, her black hair cascading, her skin porcelain, is startled by his return and tries to flee. Upon being caught and questioned by Qin Yu, she timidly speaks of repaying her debt.To Qin Yu's amusement, she lists her belongings: pearls, antiques, even her savings. None of these interest Qin Yu, who instead sweeps her into his arms and suggests a more personal way of repaying the debt. Terrified, the girl's beautiful fish tail is revealed.

Hunter Cha Eui-jae, who was dispatched to seal a rift that appeared over the West Sea, was flung out as soon as he closed the rift. When he came to his senses, he was lying in a garbage dump.Starving, he was drawn like a zombie is to blood to a hangover soup restaurant, where he realized that he had fallen into South Korea, eight years in the future.In this era, disaster alerts notify people of rift openings in advance, ASMR videos of slimes gathered from dungeons were trending, and idle hunters livestream unboxings of A-rank longswords.Unlike the past, where people trembled in fear of an impending apocalypse, the future was surprisingly peaceful, leaving Cha Eui-jae feeling empty. Since things had turned out this way, why not start a second chapter of life as a part-timer at the hangover soup restaurant, rather than being a hunter?“That’s strange.”“…”“Have we met somewhere before?”Cha Eui-jae’s plan to quietly spend his remaining days as the only part-time worker at the decades-old hangover soup restaurant goes awry when he encounters a mysterious, gas-masked individual…DISCLAIMER: The story isn't mine

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…