The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress - Chapter 341: Who is the father of the baby?

Alternative Title: “Reincarnated as the Hero’s Daughter: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

After living a life filled with hardships and suffering which ended in her ultimate sacrifice to protect her family and defeat the foes that she hated the most, our protagonist suddenly finds herself being brought to a white space where a God of Reincarnation quickly realizes he committed a mistake.

“Wait, you’re not from Earth?! Oh, my bad!”

After being mistaken for a “good soul” due to her high positive karma count, she is reincarnated by error and given a glitched system as her only gift to explore this new world. Now, she finds herself being reincarnated as a half-elf girl named Sylph with two loving and doting parents.

However, as she grows up, she begins to find weird things…

“Why is my father just slaying a dragon leisurely?”

“Eh? My mother can heal any wound or disease?!”

“Wait! Why is my MP never running out? What’s going on in here?!”

Join Sylph as she explores a new world of endless possibilities, fights against the ghosts of the past that torment her parents’ lives, discovers herself and makes good friends along the way. Who knows? Perhaps this time she’ll even save the world!

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A part-time job contract. He became the cold CEO’s imitation boyfriend. He merely wanted to earn a few small bucks and live a comfortable life, but a pity, he was in constant turmoil since then. Well, life had something else for him despite his wishes.“That… beauty, will there be an increase in wages for conversion from ‘boyfriend’ to ‘husband’?”

The young man named Kehma who was summoned to another world, and the useless Goddess Laura whose only strong point is having huge breasts.

Gaining a cheat skill that absorbs the abilities of what he eats, he enjoys his new adventurous life eating delicious monsters and playing with the easy to handle Goddess, all while becoming wildly overpowered/peerless in this otherworld fantasy.

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)