Childhood Sweethearts: He's Jealous Again! - Chapter 738: Eating Wild Fruit

In a world of endless star fields and interdimensional wars, the wizards' floating city conquered one world after another.At the wizard academy, through blood-stained exams, the towering wizard tower sent wizards batch after batch.Becoming an apprentice wizard, Richard activated the miracle furnace deep within his soul, where constant refining of materials granted him knowledge and skills...The veteran's weapon could be refined into legendary martial arts techniques.The ancient wizard's encrypted notes could be refined into lost knowledge.The remains of brutal monsters could be refined into monster bloodlines.In this era of great voyages in the wizarding world, Richard was destined to become a leader of his time.

Shen Ningning died of exhaustion after being dared to run a marathon. She transmigrated into a savage, unfamiliar world where humans struggle to survive among beasts. Before she could despair, she discovered she was bound to the Peak Body Survival System.The system believes survival is nothing more than physical training. Hunting, fleeing, gathering food, and even fear are all treated as endurance tasks, with failure punished mercilessly. Trapped in a dangerous world and forced to follow the system’s rules, Shen Ningning can only struggle to survive one day at a time.Her situation worsens when a powerful snake beastman claims her as his mate and refuses to leave her side. As danger closes in from both the wildlands and the system itself, Shen Ningning must find a way to live in a world that demands strength—whether she is ready or not.

Nora is transported to another version of Earth populated mostly by men. A world where women ruled with absolute and unmerciful power. Nora must protect herself, her identity and the group of men that she is forced to love. Will she be able to maintain her cover identity and make a life for herself that she can ethically tolerate?

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.