I’m A Wasteland Giant - Chapter 19 - : Team Split

The global human population descended into an apocalyptic world, where order collapsed and monsters roamed freely.

Only by constantly growing stronger could one survive.

Wang Chen obtained the Peak Ascension System, which instantly maxed out any skill he acquired. Thus, he began his path to invincibility!

This apocalyptic world is a living hell to you, but to me, it’s heaven!

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As everyone knows, there are three rules for survival:- Good grades.- Wealthy background.- Having Pei Yan's protection.Fortunately, Jiang Shaoyao meets the first two criteria. Unfortunately, she also meets the last one.Pei Yan, the school's top tough guy, rebellious and arrogant, is notorious for his troublemaking. However, he has devoted all his patience in his life to one thing—pursuing Jiang Shaoyao.His friends advise him, 'Brother Yan, give it up. The little fairy is a good student; she's not one of us. It's too hard to chase her.'Pei Yan scoffs: 'I've been spoiled from a young age, if I can't chase her down, then...'Two years later, at a class reunion:'Brother Yan, did you manage to catch up with sister Shaoyao?''Shut up.'...*A story of possessive young man VS a realistically clear-headed young woman.*No high school romance, but they get together after university.*Study hard, stick to your dreams—it's an inspiring story.

Layton just wanted a weekend alone in the wilderness. Instead, he woke up in a nightmare.Earth has been inducted into a multiversal system, and survival is no longer guaranteed. Forced into a brutal wave dungeon with no warning, no tutorial, and no gear, Layton accidentally locks himself into the weakest class—Healer.That’s when things start feeling… off.He’s leveling way too fast. His so-called “support” class? Feels anything but weak. And his only ally? A too-intelligent, bloodthirsty predator that might be more than just an animal.Something is wrong with this system. Layton just has to survive long enough to figure out what.

「Shimizu-san, you dyed your hair black.」「Ah, yes.」「Why did you dye it all of a sudden?」「Because…yesterday…」Shimizu-san, who sat next to me and had dyed her hair from blonde to black gradually lowered her voice, slightly blushed, and laid her face down on the desk.