The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha - Chapter 290 - 289: Hao Tian: Where Are My 100,000 Reinforcements?

In the end of the world, the fittest survive.

Come back from rebirth, seize the opportunity, just want to survive in the hopeless end times.

Three months before Mu Nan returned to the apocalypse, he sold all his savings to accumulate supplies, hoarded everything he could hoard like a hamster, and then huddled in his own house and lived a low-key life, carefully waiting for the apocalypse to come step by step…

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【Simulation Victim List—Yamada Ryo, Takamatsu Tomori, Chihaya Anon, Gotoh Hitori, etc.—】Thanks for the invitation, ROB. I'm in Japan, currently simulating “J-Rocker girls.”Kazami Haru, who simply longed for a peaceful and beautiful life, somehow ended up with a romance simulator that had absolutely no reason to involve him.Chasing after the system rewards that promised a better life, Kazami Haru started the so-called “romance simulation” with a playful attitude.But a simulation is just a simulation, so why are all the targets suddenly grabbing knives and chasing after him for a real romance?!【MyGO!!!!! × Bocchi the Rock!】

The figure of the Armada seems to be still riding the wind and waves in the Atlantic Ocean, and the gold of South America still seems to flow in continuously. As Alfonso from the Bourbon family returns to the Royal Palace of Madrid where he was born, the story begins here…

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Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world.That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue.And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after.Fortunately, I know just the cure.Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with.Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway.“Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said....huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?