Magical★Explorer - Chapter 17 - Waterfall: Sempai’s event

In 2180, the last survivor of the human race returns to Earth.

In 2025, a 3rd generation Chaebol regains consciousness after being rendered a vegetable in a car accident.

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

The general of the demon world possessed the body of a third-rate small time celebrity. This was the story of him coming over, determined to make preparations for the demon world’s invasion of the human world, but accidentally got mixed in with the entertainment circle instead.

Check out the new book “CEO Hubby: Too Fierce!” and show some support~ When the cold, domineering, and scheming male god turns into a wife-slave, blinding countless people with his titanium alloy eyes.One day, Su Wanxia propped her thigh over her other leg: I'm so tired from shopping today.Mu Yingchen hurried over to her side: Baby, come, let your husband massage your feet.Su Wanxia: I'm thirsty.Within 5 seconds: Baby, here's your water.Su Wanxia: I'm sleepy, want to rest.Mu Yingchen's eyes immediately lit up: Baby, I'll carry you to rest.A moment later, Su Wanxia was on the verge of tears...Another day, Mu Yingchen was in a meeting when the phone rang, causing the senior executives to panic, wondering who had the audacity to not silence their phone.They watched as their CEO leisurely pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and his stern face immediately softened, smiling broadly.That smile made their hearts tremble.The way he said “Baby” made them shudder from head to toe.Then they saw their CEO disappear in a flash, leaving the executives completely disheveled in his wake...

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.