Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord - Chapter 35: Spill (R18+)

“Ji Xiao Li” Chen Yu Bai pressed the body under him and gritted his teeth, “What exactly did I owe you in my past life?”

“I…don’t…know..but you don’t know too? Aren’t you a fortune teller?”

At this instant, even the thousand years ice jade bed under them can feel the chill emitted by this man.

“I am the Grand Tutor! Great Divination Master! Don’t call me a fortune teller!”

- Description from Novelupdates

Working hard and living frugally, Wen Qian accidentally obtained Spatial abilities, followed by dreams about natural disasters. So instead of buying an apartment, she stocked up on supplies, changing from a city office worker into a countryside food blogger. Then, Wen Qian noticed that reports of disasters around the world were on the rise…

“Your Majesty, the pirates are coming!” said a soldier in panic.

“Don’t worry, let the ninja assassinate the tactical troops to solve them.” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the naval fleet came over, the leader is the three Admirals!” Another soldier panicked.

“Three Admirals? Let the Kenpachi Zaraki team handle that.” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the Four Emperors came to attack!” Another soldier panicked.

“Don’t mess, go and call the dragon!” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the revolutionary army united with the world government and the world’s pirates all over!”

Another soldier was alarmed. Pulkit wears the Pluto God clothes, pick up the sword around, his eyes turned into Rinnegan, stood up and sneered, “just right, today they will be wiped out.”

- Description from Novelupdates

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”