Raising Orphans, Not Assassins - Chapter 22Vol. 2 - - Intentions

I want to go to the fairy road, step on the gods, I want to be happy!
Repair the baby, cast the fairy body, and smash the fairy mark!
The starry sky opens, the gods fight, and the depths of Chen’s home are back!
I am Xiao Hua, this is the story of my god that I am in the world of immortality, creating souls, dying, dying, and not dying.

- Description from Uukanshu translation

Chang Xia is an anomaly in the tribe——

She doesn’t dress up, make friends, or play around. She likes to hoard all kinds of wild vegetables, and she doesn’t eat meat, saying it’s unpalatable. The whole tribe was worried that she would not grow up and die.

When she became an adult, she directly picked up a sick seedling and married her.

later.

Chang Xia used the hoarded wild vegetables to farm and feed the entire tribe; she built houses and roads, so that the tribe would no longer suffer from cold and freezing; she also conquered the entire ancient continent with delicious food.

Finally, the clansman knew that the sickly seedling beside Chang Xia was once the most powerful totem warrior of the tribe. At this time, the clansmen understood that Chang Xia was the most powerful.

- Description from novelbuddy

This was a fragmented and disorganized world, this was a place that had been forgotten.

That day, was the most frustrating time for Ning Cheng, when on that day, he was abruptly brought here.

Because this world had Ning Cheng, who would imprint his name in the vast heavens, it would finally shine in the endless universe!

- Description from Novelupdates

I thought that when I was reborn, I would work hard to be strong—however, I only started to struggle when fate came.

Once, I was weak and powerless, but the ninja world imprisoned me bit by bit like a cage.

Hinata, Konoha, Ninja World, one day I will break the cage/break free from the shackles and act recklessly. And those who were about to die – will also be reborn.

Until leaving a sentence – tell them, this is the last time I will fight for this decaying village.

“What if you never come back?”

“Then they will never return.”

“It’s like the color of your eyes determines that we can never be together. Even at the last moment of my life, all I see is blood and night—and the only thing, the white of your eyes.”

“White—it’s so good!”

Is it really good – the world of white eyes is just pale without a trace of color.

- Description from novelbuddy