Wandering Knight - Chapter 50: The Power of the Lady of the Night, Eunice

I reincarnated as Luna, a supporting character who is accused of ruining the heroine and hero’s relationship, and is mu*dered. I’m not interested in someone else’s man, but the heroine’s friends bully me every day. “Why are you trying to get close to someone who’s already taken?” “That’s right, please stop! Why are you doing this?” “Stop doing such terrible things!” So Luna decides to announce it in front of everyone. “I don’t want someone like Fersen even if you beg me to take him so stop bothering me. I’d rather date Anthes Vincent, who’s rumored to be insane.” And soon she meets someone who she never expected to meet…… “I heard you have an interest in me? The truth is, I do too. Is it a coincidence?”

[ R18/Smut/Harem/Netori ]------[ DING ][ Ultimate Spin System Activated ]---It all started with a mysterious notification. Lucas Cross, an ordinary gamer struggling to make ends meet, suddenly found his life turned upside down. When the Ultimate Spin System chose him as its host, he was thrust into a chaotic world filled with random rewards, bizarre challenges, and unpredictable skills.From gaining passive abilities that attract unfaithful wives to spinning weekly wheels of fortune with life-altering consequences, Lucas must navigate a world where the line between game and reality blurs.

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.

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.