Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely - Chapter 269 - 156: Mirror Immortal, 10 Days to Gather Enough Beast Blood

Grayson is a poor college student, scavenging leftover food, betrayed by his girlfriend, and constantly looked down on by everyone around him. Little do they realize he’s actually the heir to the mightiest billionaire family. When the seal on Grayson’s fortune is lifted, he transforms into the ultimate second-generation rich kid. He only wants to keep a low profile, but fate just won’t let him!So you think I’m just a loser? Fine. I’ll quietly use my money to solve everything behind your backs. Then I’ll make you all choke on your own words, swallow every insult, and slap you hard in the face...（This is anovel full of twists, comebacksand face-slapping moments, witha tightly woven and engaging plot—definitely worth your time.If you enjoy my story, please support it by adding itto your favorites. Your encouragement is the driving force behind my continued creation of exciting contentI also promise there will be no disappointing ending—the storywill have a satisfying conclusion. As the author,I already have 1.5 million words in reserve and willupdate with at least three chapters daily on average.）

[Mature novel containing NETORI not NETORARE]Allen wakes up in a new world, but not your average “I’m a hero now” fantasy—nope, this world is full of hot beastkin babes, seductive elves, and spicy situations that he never asked for. With no memory of how he got there, and no clear path to fame or fortune, Allen discovers a few wild abilities that’ll make you squirm in your seat.When he realizes he can make women fall for him with just a few sweet words or the flick of his—well, you get the idea—things get out of hand fast. Turns out, the ladies in this world are more than happy to share their affection with a guy who knows how to use his mouth (and other parts). But there’s a twist. Allen’s mission isn’t just to woo them—he’s taking them.From beastkin to elves, noble women to princesses, Allen’s on a mission to steal them away from their husbands, boyfriends, and anyone else who thinks they’ve got a claim. His skills? Let’s just say they’ll make you blush and beg for more.[MC is not an ugly bastard]

Ichiro was a man who had to live through a tragic and awful life.After losing his wife, his only source of happiness, his despair only got worse until the day he died.To Ichiro's fortune, the Goddess of Life, Phelena, decided to send his soul into a new body in another world. His only condition was for the Goddess to send him far away from people.The goddess agreed, but she certainly had other plans for Ichiro's new life.A wholesome story about a man rekindling his love for living and encountering his lost wife in another world![Story is written in 1st person with a casual tone]

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.