Reincarnated in the game world ~ A gamer's beginning to [Dungeon job hunting recommendation] - Vol. 10 - 494 - Lana’s ascension route to ‹Advanced Princess Job›!

“I can’t believe my eyes. The ice lord actually kissed a man. God, help me!”

Life Mission – a game that has become reality.

After crossing into the world of Harry Potter as Ron's twin brother, Hoare Weasley awakens the “Pay-to-Win System,” which allows him to grow stronger as long as he has Galleons.Others rely on hard work to study; Hoare relies on Galleons.Others depend on wit to learn; Hoare depends on Galleons.Others rely on talent to improve; Hoare still depends on Galleons!As long as he's willing to pay, he can take down Malfoys, Blacks, Lestranges—anyone! With enough money, he could even take a swing at Dumbledore himself.Thus, the title of “money-obsessed lunatic” quietly rises within Hogwarts.You-Know-Who: “I hear your magic is impressive. I want you to kill someone for me.”Hoare: “One hundred Galleons.”You-Know-Who: ...

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.