Cosmic Trading System - Chapter 1138 - 943 Slaying the Toad King

[Webnovel Spirity Awards 2025 Entry]In a world of magic and machines, Blaine Lionheart had been proclaimed a once-in-a-lifetime genius since he was still just a child.Born to the Legendary Warrior who had earned himself the moniker of 'Supreme Sword', Blaine was seemingly destined for greatness from the moment he first opened his eyes.He awakened to his unique Mana Art at the age of eight and entered the Kingdom's Royal Guard at the age of twelve.However, despite all of this... There was one thing that the boy genius could never do.Protect the people he cared about.No matter how hard he tried... Everyone he cared about would slowly slip through his hands, with him powerless to save them.And now that he's being reassigned to be the princess's bodyguard... Blaine can only hope that history doesn't repeat itself.No... He wouldn't let it!

After dying in a pandemic and not from the flu, a 37-year-old man is reborn with his memories of his past life and a knowledge of a technological branch of a not so popular RTS and survival game.And when he thought that his life was going on and his plans were being resolved step by step.He finds himself on a second trip the night before when he enters his new school.After living twice in a normal modern world, now I have to survive in a semi-apocalyptic world of Diablo?What! Are you telling me that my second world is not a normal modern world either?Destination what are you playing?!-------------------------------------Additional Tags - Male to Female, Harem, Yuri, Lesbian, Love, Action, Romance, Multiverse, R18, Manga, Anime, Games.

I was the reason my idol cancelled her stream…?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.