Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King - Chapter 386: choose

When he woke up, Yun Ting turned out to be Konoha’s new fourth Hokage.

What about the water gate?

Oh, he was looking at himself with envy and regret under the stage.

Looking at the time again, it is now at the end of the three wars, and there is only one year left before the Nine-Tails Rebellion.

Yun Ting suddenly panicked.

There is a great crisis of life and death outside, and an old man headed by three generations is taking power. This situation is very bad!

Do you want to become a short-lived Hokage like Minato?

Fortunately, Goldfinger arrived in time.

As long as Yun Ting’s Hokage reputation continues to increase, Wood Dun, Immortal Mode, Flying Thunder God, etc. can be exchanged.

So…a year later.

“Kiuwei, you finally appeared! Eat my immortal method, wood escape, thousands of hands, turn into a Buddha on the top!”

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Lin Yun's life is in shambles. As a widowed single father, he's struggling to connect with his teenage daughter, facing a midlife crisis, and battling a painful shoulder condition.But when he discovers his daughter is a magical girl - fighting monsters and saving the city in secret - he's forced to confront a whole new set of challenges.As he grapples with the dangers of her secret life, Lin Yun must also confront his own purpose and what truly matters to him.Will he be able to support his daughter while finding his own way forward in this heartwarming tale of family, love, and self-discovery?

Reborn Flames, a writer, who's known for his shitty novel, ‘The world of trials’, found himself stuck in his prologue. Not a writer’s block. Actual stuck as in real life stuck in his novel.Everything seem to go well yesterday, he was offered an adaptation for his novel, and a big interview was arranged by his company.But when he opened his eyes, he awaken to see a white room, and he mistakes reality for some sort of dream

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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