The Soul System in the Apocalypse - Chapter 50: My Babies!

Ren Zhouyuan, who loves to study Chinese culture since childhood, has never imagined that his own life would one day be subverted by a foreigner.

Not only do these foreign devils not love the Chinese, but they also scoff at him, looking at his eyes like watching a fool.

After getting drunk, Ren Zhouyuan is for no reason pregnant with a ball, and actually gave birth to a child as a man. This kid is blonde; almost do not have to verify who he is from the “handwriting.”

Ren Zhouyuan does not want to make that arrogant foreigner part of his life, but after fate tied them tightly together again, he found that there was a big difference between this man and the arrogant fighting nationality he imagined.

Leonid: Honey, what does ” Jijiwai Wai*” mean?
Ren Zhouyuan: Refers to people like you
Leonid: But I’m not chirping ah …

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Joseph Knox, one of the most prolific and well-known serial killers on the planet.A person considered so demented and manic that even trying to reason with him was believed to be a waste of time. A man so far gone that he seemingly didn't deserve any pity even on his deathbed.So why? Why would a man like him receive a second chance? And why did the world around him seem so familiar?Disclaimer: AU when it comes to some parts of Madara's plan(I'll try to make it make sense at least), and aliens don't exist in this world

They say meeting your soulmate is destiny, a beautiful collision of two worlds meant to be together....But why did my “fated encounter” have to be a head-on collision with Cassidy Valentine, the most hostile, entitled, and terrifying girl at Hartwell Academy? And why did it involve ruining her limited-edition blazer with cheap bodega coffee?I'm Isaiah Angelo. I run on three hours of sleep, instant caffeine, and the desperate need to secure a future for my little sister. I don't have time for drama. I definitely don't have time for romance.So, naturally, the universe decided to play a cruel joke.I didn't just make an enemy of one rich girl. I stumbled into the lives of four.The Valentine Quadruplets. Identical faces, four distinct flavors of trouble.Now, I’ve been hired as their live-in personal assistant. I’m trapped in a mansion with the four most desirable—and impossible—girls in the city.Cassidy, the “Problem Child” who has sworn to make my life a living hell.Harlow, the overly affectionate airhead who thinks snacks solve all emotional trauma.Vivienne, the ice-cold perfectionist who wants to micromanage my breathing.Sabrina, the silent observer who looks at me like I’m a puzzle she’s dying to solve.The pay is life-changing. The job is suicide.Can I keep my scholarship, raise my sister, and manage the chaos of the Valentine household without losing my mind?I have a mountain of debt, a schedule from hell, and four billionaire heiresses who suddenly seem very interested in the “scholarship boy.”This isn't a job.This is a survival horror game wrapped in silk sheets.WHAT TO EXPECT:- Ecchi Situations: The Valentines have zero concept of personal space, and the “accidents” are frequent, spicy, and very visual.- Harem Romance: Four identical sisters, one tired protagonist. The competition is fierce, the tension is high, and the jealousy is real.- Competent Protagonist: Isaiah is smart, hardworking, and sharp-tongued. He isn't dense; he's just too exhausted to deal with their thirst.- Class Gap Dynamics: A gritty look at the difference between the struggling working class and the absurdly wealthy elite.- Heartwarming Family Moments: Because behind the fanservice and comedy, Isaiah is doing it all for his little sister.

A soul was transmigrated into Narutoverse but was refused to be given any sort of insta-OP power, instead, he could choose from three talents.

Follow him and his loved ones on their journey to become strong as they pave their own path through the battle-filled world of Naruto.

Will they be villains? For some, surely.

Will they be heroes? For others, maybe.

But anything they do is due to their own desire.