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In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant. Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools… But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day. Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango… "There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death." "Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Having traveled to America in the year 1862, this was the beginning of a dream, the finest of times. What constitutes a true master of success? Having some notable descendants hardly counts for anything. To build an Oil Empire alongside Rockefeller To place Carnegie on the throne of the steel magnate To help Ford propel the industrialization of automobiles worldwide To lead Edison to monopolize the future of the electrical industry To be an Angel Investor for Morgan's capital Hear this, applause!

The only thing standing between a dead-end job and football glory? A holographic interface and a lot of hungover plumbers. Danny Walsh is going nowhere. At twenty-six, his life is a monotonous cycle of night shifts at a Manchester convenience store and escaping into the digital world of Football Manager, where he is a tactical genius building championship-winning teams from nothing. In the real world, he is just another guy with a dead-end job and a dream that feels impossibly far away. A mysterious notebook gives him an impossible edge: the power to see the hidden attributes of football players. It’s a party trick no one else can see, a useless superpower for a man going nowhere. But in the broken, overlooked talent of Manchester's gritty leagues, data is destiny. Danny holds a winning ticket, if he can only learn how to read it. And if this cursed gift doesn't break him first. --- For fans of Player Manager, Football Manager, and system novels, this is a character-driven, tactically rich, and hilariously authentic journey from the bottom of the pyramid to the very top. The beautiful game is about to get a system upgrade. Sports Fiction | System Novel | Football Management | Progression Fantasy ---

Not only does he have to fangirl on behalf of the manager’s daughter, but now he has to debut as an idol himself? Assistant Manager Kim really hates idols.

There are chewing gums that can be chewed in your mouth and continuously provide energy, there are sodas that can bring you back to the life from verge of demise.There are warehouses full of sacred animals and powerful artifacts. Countless powerful people gathered to enter in the store, and the powerful ministers and emperors comes in line, but they can only wait outside. Because the store manager Qi Le will definitely open the door on time. "What? For these free guys, let me lose one minute of sleep? Impossible!" Qi Le said.. go support me on patreon https://www.patreon.com/Tempestpanda disclaimer I don't own the cover photo nor it's copy rights nor any other copy rights. Comment for credits or removal of the photo

"Who said i want to kill you...? work as a manager at my brothel" With that one sentence my life took a complete U turn. Hai, my name is Mohan Das and.... I'm just an ordinary student of city collage in Mumbai. Due to unexpected circumstances I became a manager at brothel house to deal with the foreign customers. But the day I visited my parents burial site, A mountain goat spirit entered inside my body from a hidden family heirloom and on the same day, a lady from the hidden family offered me hundred billion to protect her baby. Oh, you are asking me what did I achieve with that hundred billion.... haha, I ruled the under world, married a girl from hidden family. Collected all Hidden family heirlooms except one. Highest Contributor : @reggierea = Space Craft Book cover by : Trinity189 Discord : https://discord.gg/Dd9vxEpJ

Dans la Ville du Chaos sur le Continent de Norland, il y a un étrange restaurant. Ici, les elfes et les nains partagent les tables. Les hommes-bêtes sont interdits de faire du bruit, et les dragons géants ne peuvent s'asseoir qu'autour du minuscule carré devant le restaurant. Même les démons doivent apporter leurs propres tabourets... Mais c'est un restaurant si étrange qu'il y a de longues files d'attente dehors chaque jour. Les elfes dévorent des brochettes, sans se soucier de leurs manières; les dragons géants sont assis autour d'une fondue, louches à la main; les démons mangent des dango d'apparence appétissante... "Il n'y a aucun autre endroit sur ce continent où vous pouvez trouver de la nourriture comme celle-ci! Le patron ici est un génie!" commente un client. Puis, il jette un regard furtif vers la porte. "Aussi, ne pensez pas à kidnapper le patron ou à partir sans payer, ou vous subirez une mort tragique." "Mangez, payez, ou vous serez battus à mort." dit une mignonne petite fille de sa voix enfantine tandis qu'elle trottine vers l'avant. Un dragon de cinq mètres de haut frissonne lorsqu'il croise son regard.

In der Chaos Stadt auf dem Norland-Kontinent gibt es ein seltsames Restaurant. Hier teilen sich Elfen und Zwerge die Tische. Tiermenschen ist es verboten, Lärm zu machen, und Riesendrachen können nur auf dem winzigen Platz vor dem Restaurant sitzen. Sogar Dämonen müssen ihre eigenen Hocker mitbringen… Aber es ist genau ein solch seltsames Restaurant, vor dem sich jeden Tag lange Schlangen bilden. Elfen stopfen sich Kebabs hinein, ohne auf ihre Manieren zu achten; Riesendrachen sitzen um einen Feuertopf herum, Siebe in ihren Händen; Dämonen essen gut aussehende Dango… "Es gibt keinen anderen Ort auf diesem Kontinent, an dem man solches Essen finden kann! Der Boss hier ist ein Genie!", gibt ein Kunde eine solche Bewertung ab. Dann wirft er einen verstohlenen Blick zur Tür. "Außerdem, denkt nicht daran, den Boss zu entführen oder die Zeche zu prellen, sonst werdet ihr einen tragischen Tod erleiden." "Essen, bezahlen, oder du wirst zu Tode geprügelt", sagt ein süßes kleines Mädchen mit kindlicher Stimme, als sie nach vorne trottet. Ein fünf Meter großer Drache zittert, als sein Blick auf ihren trifft.

In the Chaos City of Nolan Continent, there's a peculiar restaurant. Here, elves have to share tables with dwarves, orcs are strictly forbidden from making noise, dragons can only sit around the small square in front of the restaurant, and demons even need to bring their own special stools... Yet, despite these bizarre rules, a long line forms outside the restaurant every day. Elves eat skewers without regard for etiquette, dragons huddle around a hotpot with ladles in hand, and demons munch on adorable dumplings... "The food here is unlike anything else on the continent! This owner is a genius!" one customer commented, then secretly glanced towards the entrance: "And, whatever you do, don't even think about kidnapping the owner or trying to dine and dash, or you'll die a horrible death." "Eat and pay, or I'll kill you all." a cute little girl said in a sweet, childish voice, her gaze falling on a nearby dragon, causing the five or six meter tall dragon to shiver. ____ *This novel belongs to the author Qing Yu Jiang Hu (轻语江湖). I am currently translating this book. If you are interested in this book and would like to continue reading, please subscribe or purchase it once through my Patreon account! (Marshmallow_ Sweet) I know there may be two other books same to mine, but they have stopped updating, while mine has over 200 chapters and is completely free!!! _____

My name is Leo Wallace, a history PhD student, and I'm $137,542.89 in debt. At the lowest point of my life, I lost my job. The reason? I flamed a tech giant called "Omni" online, and then I was "optimized" by them. I thought my life's script was "Rickshaw Boy," until an illegal intruder appeared in my mind. He said his name was Franklin Roosevelt. Yes, the one on the dime. "Kid, stop flaming people online. It's useless." "Want to get them? I'll teach you." "Our first step: we'll start by becoming a Mayor."