MTL - The Ninja War is Too Dangerous, Run Away and Become a Pirate - Chapter 406 Assign a task

I was reincarnated as the supporting character of a novel. As a wingwoman in a depressing romance novel titled at that. Romance is out of the question, and the future of my family is ominous because of debt. I was going to become a civil servant to gain some of the splendor I never got in my last life…but the male love interests are acting kind of strange?! “Just think about it, does Shushu look like someone who would blush and act shy?” “Wow…….that would be great.” Cory said as he stared at Hylli in a daze, and Yves frowned and whispered to himself. “Should I just kidnap her…….” Swan wrapped his face with both of his hands and stayed quiet. His face turned bright red. The blush turned his ears red. Why are you guys fooling around, you’re supposed to be obsessing over the heroine. The story of Shuraina West, Shushu’s reverse harem academy survival. Note: Ojakgyo means wingman/woman!

“I was ripped into this world against my will, so anyone who gets in my way from going back home... I'll show no mercy.”…Deklan is a renowned high school bully born with the unique impulse to do bad things.But he turned his life around.He and his father agreed to change for the better after spiraling into depression following the death of Deklan's mother. Instead of bullying, Deklan watched gory horror movies to suppress his impulse, and it worked.It worked so well that the impulse was essentially gone, replaced by an obsessive love of horror movies.Fate, however, played a cruel twist on him.He died.But death wasn’t the end; he was transmigrated into another world.In a world where the metaphysical realm bled into the tangible reality, a world where Ghosts were real, Deklan must find a way to go back home. And if the only way to go home was to become invincible by taming all ghosts first, then so be it.Fortunately, his newfound hobby gave him a powerful blessing.“You don’t scare me. Your face is so generic that at least a hundred horror movies starred you.”“System, this ghost is strong... Use Agna the Red Scarecrow Persona!”“This ghost is fast... use that persona!”“This ghost is so tough... use the other persona!”Others can only assimilate with one Ghost or none. Deklan? He can assimilate them all.Will Deklan be able to become invincible and go back home to reunite with his father, or was his transmigration more than meets the eye? Even if he can, with a fight for survival in every corner, will he come back the same person?

A Story of banging women's all time.Mike, a 20-year-old supermarket worker, has lived a frustrating life, longing for intimacy but failing to find it. One rainy evening, after finishing his shift, he is struck by a speeding truck while crossing the road and dies instantly. However, his death was a mistake of Angel.__________________________________________He has a Goal in his Life, Fuck a Milf.The Angel Promised him Another Life in Another world, which is backward and Undeveloped.He Got Super Skills to Control women's and fuck them.Will Mike make his dream Come True, or Anything else.[Tags*- #HAREM #R18 #MAGIC #REINCARNATION #ADULT #SYSTEM #SUPERPOWERS #CULTIVATION #DARK]

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”