The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe - Chapter 183: Huh...? You Were a Virgin?

[System] + [Cub] + [Gourmet] + [Supporting Female Character] + [Livestream]

Shen Wei bound herself to a super kindergarten system and returned to her villainous childhood period.

The future computer genius who would destroy the world was currently just a stubborn little darling suffering from domestic violence.

The future renowned autistic painter who would later commit su*cide had not yet been mol*sted by her stepfather.

The future highly intelligent criminal with an antisocial personality disorder was currently fighting dogs for a meal—everything could still be remedied.

Shen Wei found each of these children one by one and brought them back to the kindergarten, nurturing them with care.

After going live on the internet, the kindergarten became a hit!

“Which kindergarten teaches high-level math and calculus?”

“The kindergarten cafeteria serves a full imperial feast for lunch? It’s still early, let me sleep a little longer.”

“Did I see that right? The kindergarten’s game room has the most advanced games on the market. Um, are they accepting 300-month-old babies?”

Before long, everyone flocked to it like a craze.

The once most high-end bilingual kindergarten in the city, which was previously deserted, now left the principal tossing and turning all night: “She must be insane!”

WARNING!-DARK ROMANCE-“Why do you have scars?” All of sudden, Iris changed the topic, as she looked at Cane in the eyes. She was still clutching to his sleeves.“Your father gave me,” Cane replied. He thought, Iris wouldn’t remember this conversation when she woke up.“That must be so painful.”“They are.”“Will the scars heal?”“I don’t think so.”The night indeed made you vulnerable and let you said something that you would never admit when it was bright. The obscurity softened your heart.“Too bad. You have a warm soul.” Iris frowned slightly.“I no longer have a soul.” He had sold his soul for the freedom of his people. There was nothing left of him right now.“Yes, you have, but you are in so much pain.” Iris blinked her eyes. “Your beast is in pain. You have so many scars.”“The only scars that I have is on my face.”Iris shook her head meekly. “I am not talking about your face. I am talking about your soul. Too bad, you are in so much pain… what my father and brother had done to you must be painful…”And after that, Iris closed her eyes and fell asleep.======================She is the daughter of an alpha who has killed his family, razed his pack and has also made his people slaves.Now, he has achieved revenge after ten years of being treated as a slave and was living a life that no one would ever imagine. Life akin to hell.And ten years later, Alpha Cane manages to take over and kill the alpha who has made the lives of his people worse than death.It was time for him to make the children of the alpha pay for what their father had done.Only…Iris was a runt and she was very different from her father.

I’m Kuna, a former countess’s daughter, working at the café of the Adventurers’ Guild “Shield of the Silver Wolf.” Together with my Carbuncle, Lulu, I spend my days serving customers with special drinks infused with healing power!One day, a customer from my own White Wolf tribe visits…With the newly joined companions, I find myself facing my family, who is trying to take me back to the Kingdom of Aluda!The happiness everyone in the guild has given me—I will protect it this time!This is a life-reversal story filled with fluffiness and healing power!

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.