Childhood Friend of the Zenith - Chapter 737: Return, Error (1)

“Knowledge is Power, But What If The Wise Won't Use It?”

Ethan Riddles - A genius among geniuses who never tapped into his true potential because of his sheer laziness and not having any ambition at all.

Unfortunately, He was hit by the Good'Ol Truck-Kun while exploring a Mysterious, Newly-Found Temple and died as a result.

“I Can At Least Live a Carefree Life In This New World As a Noble.”

Will he still be able to live a carefree life in the Power-Driven World of Swords and Magic, Politics and Conspiracies, Gods and Beasts, Kingdoms and Empires?

Ethan who simply likes to sit below the trees and watch the drifting clouds as the cold breeze blows over his face—now must use his wisdom and intelligence to protect himself and his family from the enemies.

While Ethan believes he can still manage to live a carefree life, he soon catches the glimpse of some mysteries as well as The Wheels of Fate he is unfortunately entangled with.

Can he Defeat those who mean him harm with the newfound power and his own wit while living a carefree life? Or does Fate have other plans for him?

Wang Tianxiao was reborn thirty years ago, the day before the eldest son was born.

It was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the wife shivered on the cold kang with her big belly and three-year-old daughter in her arms.

In the pot, there was no firewood to be seen, and the bottom of the water tank was solidly frozen.

What a difficult start.

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System: You are the only human who meets the binding requirements of this system, please bind with me!

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.”