Wizard With Daily Task Panel! - Chapter 27: Improvements!

“A modern online novel writer who had been struggling finds themselves transported into the world of One Piece, becoming a 10-year-old child.After a series of events, Ryuen arrives at Cocoyasi Village. The protagonist possesses the Tori Tori no Mi (Bird-Bird Fruit), Mythical Zoan type, Phoenix form.After undergoing a rebirth (Nirvana), the protagonist's transformation no longer involves turning their hands into wings, and the fruit's power becomes even stronger!From the moment they reach Cocoyasi Village, the protagonist and Nami embark on an adventure, traveling from island to island, indulging in food, drink, and fun. Along the way, they also help the poor by taking from the rich, because, after all, Bellmere’s family is still...”

She was the celebrated Oiran in her previous life, winning glory throughout the city, only to be betrayed and killed by her sister.When she opened her eyes again, she found herself as a little entertainer who had just been kicked out of a girl group.From then on, she embarked on a journey to lose weight and fiercely battled against the scheming bitches, relying on her wits and bravery.All in all, this is the development diary of a goddess ascending in the showbiz, accompanied by a male lead who appears aloof but harbors a tsundere heart within.

The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”