Global Lords: I Have Information System - Chapter 523 - 372: New Business Plan, Little Boy

In the general’s house, the eldest daughter is born again.

In the last life, she mistakenly regarded the fish as a pearl and misunderstood the wolf.

In this world, she wants to expose the stepmother’s Buddha-snake heart and tear the sister’s hypocritical face.

This life, let me see how she protects her parents, keeps younger brothers, fights stepmothers and step on stepsisters.

Who will harm/betray her, she will return back a hundred times more, conspiracy against conspiracy to eliminate all! I want to stay away from the royal family, never want to become the imperial concubine, yet unexpectedly I can’t escape from his love net!

- Description from Novelupdates

“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

- Description from Novelupdates

When a national athlete of China laughs at being able to win a gold medal in video gaming, what a pro-gamer like yourself ought to do is take your size-42 shoe and measure it against his pretty face!

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.