Reincarnated: Vive La France - Chapter 111: "No, but ghosts run Paris.”

Qin Xiaoguo was a successful chef working in the future era. A turn of fate brought her to the past, into a time of famine and uncertainty. Waking up one day, Qin Xiaoguo found herself face to face with a boy who acknowledged her as his mother.Having transmigrated from the year 3024 to 42 BC, Qin Xiaoguo had traveled across a three-millennium time leap to the past. She was transported to a destitute place, and also became mother to a hungry, skinny boy at the same time.Her only comfort to her new-found circumstances was a spatial ring that allowed her to transmigrate—giving her free access to food and other belongings from a different era.After years of raising her son singlehandedly, Qin Xiaoguo had a surprise visitor at her door. It was a man claiming to be her husband, requesting to stay the night. Out of confusion and pity, Qin Xiaoguo let the self-proclaimed father of her child into the house.

Upon opening his eyes, Muyang realized that he found himself in Dragon Ball’s world filled with dangerous people like Vegeta, Frieza, Cell, Majin Buu.

War Never ChangesWars have always been the cause of all misfortunes, and in one world, they finally ended forever. But Kreyn didn't like that. He wanted to fight and conquer, and only when his world collided with another did he have that opportunity.He used nuclear weapons to win, to be recognized by the Global Axis, and to transmigrate to the Great Lands, where he had no boundaries.Only by creating stories - the Eposes, and carrying out triumphs could one reach the top in this world. The actions of one could change the lives of millions, and only the Origins were capable of this.From the ruler of his world to a prisoner in a cell, and taking over a prison. This should only be the first step on Kreyn's path to satisfy his hunger for war.

Every trace of my entire youth is engraved with the same name.

When I see the trees on the street and the clouds on the horizon, I will think of him unconsciously.

I remember the bubble tea he ordered for me, and the sparklers he lit up for me.

Those memories supported me through difficult days and made me think I was special at one point.

When I was young, I often wondered, is it possible? Even if it is one in ten thousand, what if I am the heroine in his story?

I have said goodbye to him countless times, on the phone, on WeChat, face to face, every time without pressure, because I know there will be another meeting.

But this time is different, Xu Jiamu, this time I really want to say goodbye to you.

“Goodbye, Xu Jiamu.”

- Description from Novelupdates