Marvel: I'm a Symbiote - Chapter 88 ‹Leader Class›

The story revolves around Charles Karino, a Levaamu Empire mercenary aerial pilot who mans the twin seater reconnaissance seaplane Santa Cruz. One day, he receives a preposterous assignment: to fly solo over 12,000 kilometers of enemy waters to protect a girl named Fana del Moral. Fana happens to be the next in line to the empire’s throne and a girl possessing beauty “equal to 5,000 beams of light.”

This is a standalone book. There’s another series under the name “To Aru Hikuushi e no Koiuta” (Love Song for a Certain Pilot) set in the same world, but in a completely different place and with different characters.

– Ulrezaj @ Mazui

Adapted to anime as “The Princess and the Pilot”

In the wealthy circle of the third district of the Federal Empire, everyone knows that Su Wan, the daughter of the Su family, has loved Huo Yichang for many years.

The two families are rightly matched, and they were childhood sweethearts, but they got married today, but the groom ran away!

Everyone was sympathetic or waiting to see the joke, but the bride Su Wan was very excited!

As long as this wedding is completed, she will not have to be forced to marry, and she will have an explanation to her grandfather.

As for the groom gone? Then change it!

Then Su Wan bumped into a man at the corner of the corridor.

The man was extremely handsome, with fluffy ears, a big fluffy tail, and a pair of big wet eyes, looking at Su Wan expectantly.

Su Wan immediately decided that it was him!

Pull people and run away, the mastermind registers for marriage, and goes through the wedding cutscene, all in one go!

When Su Wan thought that the bridal chamber could be skipped, it happened that this person exploded.

When she woke up, she found that the person she was crying and hugging her dear last night was actually the first commander of the empire?

Su Wan: Run away, run away!

But one month later, at the opening ceremony of the Imperial University, Su Wan looked at the specially invited Commander, who was specially invited on the podium, wearing a dark blue special military uniform, with an ascetic and cold face, and suddenly fell silent.

Gu Jue: I heard that someone took advantage of my distress and dragged me into marriage, and even comforted me?

Su Wan: I haven’t heard of it, it might be a rumor!

A smaller version of ‘Gu Jue’ jumped out next to him: Ma Ma, haven’t you heard of it?

Su Wan: …

- Description from novelbuddy

Lin Xun unintentionally downloads a text game called “Book of Salvation”.Leveling up and taking adventures is just standard procedure.Not only can he bring game items into reality, but he discovers that he can also bring game characters into the real world…Although the game difficulty is hellish, luckily, Lin Xun has an unusual talent.While other Apostles can only use one game character…Lin Xun is hesitating over which one of the game characters he should use.While other Apostles are still using weak human characters...Lin Xun is already using powerful monster BOSS characters.…Then one day, when Lin Xun brings a terrifying BOSS into the real world...“Would you believe me if I said I'm here to save the world?”

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