Son, “Mom” Will Back You - Chapter 48

VOLK SMAAAAASSH!Reincarnated with a body like a nuclear bomb, let's turn this magical world into a nuclear wasteland!As someone who loved fighting, Volk Mogger was the most miserable of them all.Born with a small frame, tiny limbs, and underdeveloped muscles, he struggled to grasp anything that was taught to him. He was relegated to merely watching others fight—whether on the internet, on television, or in real life.One day, while riding in his wheelchair, he was abducted and taken to a strange place for a radioactive experiment, which ultimately failed.However, Volk soon discovered that he had been reincarnated in a magical world as a member of an Orc horde, which was hunted by higher life forms despite merely wanting to establish a land where they could honor their traditions and build a home alongside their symbiotic partners, the Elven Witch races.Suddenly, a system screen appeared before Volk, announcing that he had acquired the power to transform into an invincible radioactive titan who yearns to be the strongest of them all.However, this transformation had a time limit, and to extend that limit, he had to win! But win what?Ding!| Beat up the Orcs thief who stole your spoil and a chance to have a wife!| Reward: Extend the radioactive time to 2 minutes.| Failure: Minus 1 minute.| Current radioactive time: 2 minutes. |

He was The Greatest Talent in the Nine Hells Realm.

Shen Zhenyi began to practice his sword when he was four years and two months old.

At the age of seven, he studied the Ten Thousand Sword Sutra. By the age of eleven, he fought against the Yudao in Shangqing Palace. In an instant, he unleashed one hundred and eighty-five sword strikes, making it impossible for anyone to retaliate. The Yudao admitted defeat and deemed him as “The Peerless Genius.”

At the age of 14, Shen Zhenyi, with his Six Forms of the Ancient Sword, surpassed the swordsman Zuo Tianxing who was ranked among the top ten masters in the world, and won the title of “The First Swordsman of the Abyss.”

He now lies crippled. A fraction of the state he was in before. Or so they thought.

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Reborn into something new and in a new world, Morgana found herself with no memories about her past. She lost them when a powerful entity took pity on her and offered her the chance to be reborn in her own primitive world.A letter left by her past self told her about... well, nothing really. The old Morgana was glad when she learned that she would lose her memory due to being reborn as part of this deal. She accepted without hesitation, especially after the powerful entity explained everything in detail.“WHAT!” Morgana exclaimed, reading the letter. “We’re both BIG perverts! And what do you mean by spreading my legs and pushing out many babies?”“EXPLAIN!”Reborn with stunning silver hair, crimson eyes, and a Futa, Morgana now belonged to a new race called Breeder.Follow the journey of Morgana as she tries to survive in this primitive world, with a LOT of Breeding.…[Warning: This story contains heavy R-18 sexual content, including pregnancy, futanari, Incest, breeding, and more. Read at your own risk.]

The country girl, Emily, was an orphan. She survived off the scraps that she could find from families around her. Every one of them despised her.

One day, a fairy-like little brother came to the city and brought her home.

At first, Emily wasn’t popular in other people’s homes, but she quickly awakened her god-tier learning talent. She could learn pretty much anything and everything in an instant.

Soon, Emily was regarded as a child prodigy. She was proficient in all sorts of arts, including zither, chess, and calligraphy, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

The elders and older brothers who didn’t really like her in the past were all captivated by her and spoilt her like a little fairy.

Every day, her grandparents, parents, uncles, aunties, and brothers fought to pamper her.

Grandpa said, “Baby, can you help Grandpa take a look at this painting?

Grandpa liked to collect oil paintings, but his deteriorating eyesight couldn’t discern good paintings from bad ones, and he kept getting tricked by sellers . So he had to consult the seven-year-old Emily because paintings that passed through Emily’s hands were never wrong.

Her father pleaded, “Baby, help me. The chairman of the Gu Site Corporation wants to get a calligraphy painting from you. This will determine whether my company can land a deal with them!”

Her brothers pleaded. “Baby, are you busy today? When are you going to visit your brother’s school? I promised the principal that I would bring you there. You can’t go back on your word.”