MTL - The Rebirth Waste Strikes Back - Chapter 210

Karl Wagner is a disgruntled middle-aged instructor at the Bundeswehr Command and Staff College. He finds himself concerned about the direction which the German nation is headed in—just as he is killed by a terrorist attack. Only to awaken and find himself reborn as an infant, Bruno von Zehntner, the youngest son of a noble family renowned for its part in the German war industry a few years after the founding of the German Empire. Bruno, as he is now known, desires to rewrite history and ensure the German Empire emerges victorious in the coming century. And in doing so, finds himself entrenched in a world filled with Blood and Iron!

When you grow up, you’re mine.

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Lu Feng, with her fiery character and short temper, only had one fatal weakness. That was the lukewarm and soft Xu Mu.

There were so many youths in the capital, yet she took fancy to none of them. She instead sought after her newly arrived neighbor’s sweetie and secretly planned to kidnap him home.

Until one day, the two became cousins…

Lu Feng: … That nutrient-rich water cannot flow into someone else’s field!

Xu Mu: =v=

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Xu Mu: What am I to you?

Lu Feng: You are my sweetest candied fruit!

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In their previous life, Xu Mu and Lu Feng were married for only half a year when she died in battle. Xu Mu couldn’t bear the news of her death and followed her three days later.

Who knew that after he died, time flowed backward and returned him to their childhood. Xu Mu sat on his bed, dazed. In this life, he needed to think of a way to first find his wife, then chase her with all his strength. Only until he made up their past life to her would he “leave”.

Xu Mu: Last life, I didn’t love you enough. This life, I want to love you even more. Starting from innocent little childhood friends to the grey-haired and weak elderly, I will not let you go.

- Description from Novelupdates

[Rebirth back to the era of ambiguous death with the bosses]
In her previous life, Jiang Xuening was a standard Mary Su. For the sake of the queen’s throne, she hooked up everywhere and messed with others.
When falling in love with the emperor, the rebel is a backup;
When falling in love with a student, the husband is a backup;
When falling in love with the boss, the subordinate is the backup tire;
When dating a woman, a man is a backup…?
Every day is a Shura field! (wrong)
Anyway, no matter who is the emperor, she will be the queen!
The men thought they had walked into a silly, sweet heart, but they didn’t expect to walk into the fish pond of a scumbag girl, and this woman also worked part-time as Neptune.
Later the palace changed.
she died.
God gave her a second chance.
She vowed to make amends.
I never expected that when I was reborn and [already] started messing around, there was no time to change it! ! !
Jiang Xuening was furious: The thief is playing tricks! My aunt was born with eight legs! Believe it or not, I got angry [beep——]
Myocardial infarction in the sky: what if the ship capsizes again?
Jiang Xuening’s indifferent face: cold salad.
Well, it’s all talk.
How can we break up safely without offending the bosses?
So difficult o(╥﹏╥)o

Remark:
1. HE, 1V1;
2. Su Su Su Su Su Wen, write with a keyboard, don’t come in and scold me;
3. Weibo @Window 时镜.

Content tags: Mistakes, time travel, palace fighting, rebirth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Xuening ┃ Supporting roles: Xie Wei, Zhang Zhe, Yan Lin, You Fangyin, Shen Zhiyi, Zhou Yinzhi, Xiao Dingfei, Shen Jie ┃ Others: Fang Fei, Su

- Description from novelbuddy

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”