I Became a Vicious Supporting Role in the '70s - Chapter 302: Mom, I’m so hungry

Crossing into the world of Naruto, and acquiring the One Piece system, with all the powers of the world of One Piece, swordsmanship, devil fruit, domineering.

-Do you think that your fire is very powerful? I have the burning fruit.

-Do you think that your thunder is very powerful? I have a thundering fruit.

-Do you think that your otter is very powerful? I have the frozen fruit.

-Did you said you want to die? Don’t worry, I also have a nickname: Death Doctor.

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Qin Muling, who was reborn by chance, joined the Yunmeng Heavenly Palace, which was full of beautiful women, and became the closed-door disciple of the supreme leader. He thought he could step onto the pinnacle of life from then on, but little did he know that he would be suppressed by the senior sisters who were both stunning and powerful, to the point where he couldn't even lift his head.He fought hard for his dignity, but was repeatedly defeated and suppressed by the senior sisters without any mercy. He never had a chance to turn the tables, and in the end, he had no choice but to give up: “Senior sisters, I don't want to strive anymore!”The senior sisters smiled and threw out a life-or-death question: “Very well, choose one of us!”Qin Muling: “...”

From Thief to ChampionJavier Restrepo thought the heist would change everything. 400 million in cash, rare boxing memorabilia, and finally enough money to escape the streets. Instead, his crew lies dead in a burning car while police sirens wail through Brooklyn.Then the impossible happens.The explosion that should have killed him sends Javier five years into the past—back to seventeen, back to the Marcus Garvey Group Home, back to every choice that led him down the wrong path. But this time, something else comes with him: the ghost of Vicente “El Martillo” Morales, heavyweight champion murdered thirty years ago.Vicente's spectral presence offers what no living trainer can: the knowledge to transform a street thief into a boxing legend. With supernatural guidance tracking his every improvement, Javier begins climbing from amateur tournaments toward professional glory.But the boxing world harbors its own dangers. Corrupt promoters control the sport's highest levels, and some secrets are worth killing for. As Javier rises through the ranks, he must navigate a system where talent alone isn't enough—and where his criminal past might be the key to surviving boxing's deadliest truths.Second chances don't come free. And champions are forged in blood and sacrifice.Content Disclaimer:This novel contains mature themes including violence, crime, death, and the brutal realities of professional boxing. The story features supernatural elements within a gritty urban setting and explores themes of redemption, corruption, and moral ambiguity. Reader discretion is advised for scenes depicting boxing violence, criminal activity, and intense emotional content.Fiction Notice:All characters, organizations, events, and locations in this work are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, actual events, or existing places is purely coincidental. This story is a work of imagination and should not be taken as factual representation of boxing, law enforcement, or any real-world institutions.

Her brother, who was the one who caused a coup d’etat, had sliced her throat. After she returned to the time before she died, she decided that she would somehow tame him and survive!

But..

Did she tame him too much?

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“Brother, why don’t you get married?”

There was no reply from him, instead the glass that he held popped and cracked.

“Oh no! You’re bleeding.”

“Why should I get married?”

“Eh?”

“I already have you.”

Why should you get married, you say? You have to get the Empress so I can leave this castle! Sezh laughed strangely.

“Sezh.”

At that moment, she stumbled and Raytan pulled her body into his arms. His red eyes started to gleam suggestively while looking down at Sezh who was trapped in his arms.

“You know we are not real siblings.”