Cultivating through increasing my stats in America - Chapter 56 - Export to Import

Chiyuki Hoshino, a beautiful otaku girl, traveled to the world of Yu-Gi-Oh! with her Fate/Grand Order Heroic Spirit deck.“Blue-Eyes White Dragon!”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!”“My most loyal servant, the Dark Magician!”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!”“I…”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!!!”Amid the ruins and countless corpses (thanks to Arash), Chiyuki wiped her forehead and smiled brightly. “Playing cards is so damn interesting.”For those interested in reading this fanfic, please note that I am not the original author. I have only translated and edited it to make it as readable as possible.

Reborn into a failing noble family, Liu Xingchang awakens in a weakened teenage body, surrounded by humiliation and betrayal. Once the revered Sword God of the Northern Polar Heaven Domain, he now faces ridicule from his former lover, Yu Qiuer, who has abandoned him for a rival, and scorn from the very man daring to tread on his legacy.Though his power has diminished to a mere third-grade cultivation, Liu’s indomitable spirit drives him to reclaim his path to supremacy. When he fatally strikes his foe amidst the disbelieving crowd, even the noble Princess Qingyuan is drawn to this fallen “”coward’s”” defiant strength.Can Liu Xingchang resurrect his family’s honor, ascend to the Divine Realm, and turn the tables on those who scorned him?

{MATURE— DARK ROMANCE, MENTION OF SA ON AND OFF SCREEN, BULLY, ABUSE}Read the warning before clicking to read, thank you.In a world ruled by wolves, I am the mistake that breathes.Well, my name is Lisa and I’m twenty one years old.I am the girl with no wolf. No rank. No name worth remembering. Just a human girl trapped in a pack that never wanted me. Scrubbing floors, serving tables, surviving insults , I’ve learned to stay invisible. Until the night of the coronation.Until them.Three brothers. Three Alphas. Fated by blood. Feared by all.And somehow, fated… to me?I didn’t ask for the bond. I didn’t ask for the fire in their eyes when they looked at me, or the hate that followed. I was never meant to belong to anyone, much less them. But fate is cruel, and the Moon has secrets she’s just begun to whisper.You think I will still be alive to tell the story

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.