Spy Mage System - Chapter 210

Hokage’s son is Hokage? The son of a staff officer is a staff officer? The son of the branch family who died for others is going to become a scapegoat?

Tell Neji to change your destiny, and then tell Nagato to believe in destiny because I am the child of destiny?

Isn’t the reincarnation of the son of the six paths, the finale can only be kicked?

After watching Hokage, I was surprised to find that Naruto Uzumaki not only became the son of destiny and the son of gods from the tail of the crane, but also became the most powerful defender of the old feudal system? ? ?

After Sasuke was teased, he became the person he hated the most, the number two Danzo? Doing dirty work 365 days a year, removing “enemies” for Konoha, no time to go home? !

RNM~! money back! ! !

Kishimoto returns my youth!

I can do it too!

This Naruto World of Shidan, I want to change it! ! !

- Description from novelbuddy

On the surface, she’s a gay high school boy. In reality, she’s the hacker known as Z, who hunts criminals on the Internet. A girl dressed in men’s clothes; a master at playing games, punishing evil, and having the highest skill in seducing girls. When people learned that “he” was actually female, the entire population blew up!

Fu Jiu: “Great Deity Qin, do you have a girlfriend?”

Qin Mo puts down the laptop: “I don’t have one.”

Fu Jiu starts to seduce in a low voice: “In that case, you have one starting now. Me.”

Hearing this, Qin Mo leans over tyrannically.

Fu Jiu is dumbstruck: “Hold on! What are you doing?”

Qin Mo: “Using my privilege as a boyfriend.”

- Description from Novelupdates

The paramount existences among daemons are known as ‘Great Sages’.

A young man leaves the mountain village and wanders the world, entering the legends step by step, becoming a part of mythology itself.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…