still wet behind the ears

Spiritual Qi Resurgence, Gods descending? Continuous disasters, all living beings suffering? What does it have to do with me? I'm just a patient with an incurable disease, who's been given up on treatment and has a countdown to death. Embarking on the path of exorcising demons and annihilating immortals with my crippled body is not for the sake of protecting my family and country, but because the hazardous duty pay is too tempting, especially the compensation... "This Evil Gods profession system is cursed, even if there's smooth progress in the early stages, the practitioners will eventually commit suicide..." "Give me a set." "This Demon Sword poisons its user and has already taken ninety-nine lives..." "Give me two, and also that man-eating demonic helmet, soul-devouring blood claws, get me a set." "This Magic Potion is harmful to heaven and earth..." "Enough talk, I'll take them all!" However, the problem is, why am I still alive after taking on all these high-risk missions, stepping on every risk, and doing every deadly task? 【Congratulations, congratulations! Ranked first among the Top Ten Heroes Who Moved the World...】 "...Heavens, wasn't the average life expectancy in this line of work three and a half years? I've been here for one cycle of three years after another, I'm almost an S-level hunter, the first of the top ten heroes! Why am I still alive? I just want to make an honor sacrifice, scam some compensation! Is that so hard?!"

"Asshole, you're hurting me, be gentler…" "Heh, don't you like it rough?" ... Most fatally, she was wearing only a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing large swathes of lovely scenery with her damp hair draped to one side, holding a feather duster in her hand… On the bed was a man with a hood on his head, his hands and feet bound, much like a slave.

Some exist with pride, others struggle with pride, some compete with pride, and there are those who fail with pride, but very few can walk away with pride. Congratulations, for as you read these lines, you have witnessed the whole lives of many great basketball players. This pronunciation was embodied when Stephen Curry, after facing defeat in 2021, claimed that no one would want to face them the following season; When Tim Duncan was convinced before the start of the 2014 Finals that they would not mess up; When Kobe Bryant promised at Old Buss's memorial to take the Lakers to the playoffs; When Nowitzki, shedding his label as a soft player, retreated to the locker room in tears at night; When Kevin Garnett let out a skyward howl after holding the championship trophy; When the 2004 Detroit Pistons won and the F4 Lakers lost… Our story begins in an era when pride still mattered.

Li Che war transmigiert und nachdem er neunzehn gewöhnliche Jahre gelebt hatte, entschied er sich, sein Schicksal zu akzeptieren, zu heiraten und Kinder zu bekommen, und strebte danach, seine Familie zu unterstützen. Aber in dem Moment, als seine Tochter geboren wurde.... Durch seine Tochter stieg er im Status auf, und sein Leben war nicht mehr gewöhnlich. ... Mit der sicheren Geburt seiner Tochter erhielt er eine Dao-Frucht, "Unsterblicher Kunsthandwerker". Als seine Tochter ein Jahr alt wurde, sicher und gesund, erhielt er die Dao-Frucht "Drachenelefant-Vajra". Im Alter von zwei Jahren seiner Tochter, frei von Krankheit und Unheil, gewann er eine Dao-Frucht, "Reines Herz". Als seine Tochter drei Jahre alt war, lebhaft und klug, gewann er eine Dao-Frucht, "Schach-Heiliger". Seine Tochter war vier, fünf, sechs Jahre alt.... ... Li Che entdeckte, dass er mit jedem weiteren Lebensjahr seiner Tochter eine Dao-Frucht verdichten konnte, um sich selbst zu verbessern. Von da an hegte Li Che einen einfachen und bescheidenen Wunsch. Eine Dao-Frucht pro Jahr, still die Langlebigkeit schützend. Als Vater wünschte er sich nur... Von der Wärme seiner Frau und seines Kindes am Herd aus, seine Tochter friedlich in ihrer Unsterblichkeit zu beschützen. Still unzählige Dao-Früchte verdichtend. Von nun an seinen Geist kultivierend, unbesiegbar zwischen Himmel und Erde.

After making preparations for transmigration into the VR world "Mystical Era", the previous veteran player Xia Yuan becomes an NPC, and is even made the fourth son of the Duke of the Empire! Already prepared for a boring aristocratic life, he never expects that the era has totally changed! As the last obstacle, his family has been labelled as a villain by the new aristocracy and will soon be crushed by history! Xia Yuan has no choice but to gradually strengthen his own power according to his knowledge of the game's history. Lost treasures, forbidden ancient weapons, secrets of immortality, forgotten epics... With one's own strength, save the world! Change fate! Rise from the ashes! ... The knight swears, the mage sings, and the dragon spreads its wings! Pursue magic and truth, and control the fate of yourself and the era! Stand in the clouds, above the floating city and the throne of the sky! The bell rings, and the signs finally appeared. -It’s time for the stars to align-

Lu Wu, an aimless video game developer, had been feeling perturbed ever since he found out he was the direct descendant of a king from the underworld. Other than the title, His Excellency, his ancestor hadn't passed down anything else to him. On top of that, all of his ancestor’s subordinates had rebelled against him and completely usurped his inherited territory. Under the circumstances, Lu Wu built a battle game server with the help of his new mysterious friend and transported gamers from the real world straight to the underworld using virtual reality. They then created the main quest, the character classes, the Instance Dungeon, the storyline, and the non-player characters for the game. Relying solely on these video gamers’ strengths, Lu Wu began his expedition to reclaim his rightful inheritance. What could possibly go wrong?

To repay my debt, I became a wet nurse in Boss Li's household, and not only did I have to breastfeed his child, but I had to breastfeed him as well…

[Pure • Sweet • Enemies-to-Lovers • 1v1] Yun Ran—master physician, poisoner, and martial artist—was living her best life until lightning rewrote her résumé: now she’s the abused eldest daughter of a noble house. Forced into a wedding sedan by her scheming sister, she lands beside Highness Nangong Mo, rumored blind, crippled, and dying. Wedding-night script: Highness: “I’m a broken man; divorce me and be free.” Yun Ran (tearful): “I’ll stay till your last breath.” Inner monologue he hears: [Divorce? Why? Free mansion, endless gold. Once you croak, I’ll bury you and keep it all. Chef’s kiss.] Highness smiles thinly: “Charming plan, my dear.”

I thought the masked stranger who fathered my son was a ghost of one reckless night. Then I walked into my new boss's office—and those ice-blue eyes found mine across the boardroom. Ivy Brooks only saw him once. One night. One mask. One underground auction that cost her everything—and gave her a son she'd die to protect. She never knew his name. Never saw his face. All she had were those piercing eyes behind black silk, a voice like gravel and velvet, and a secret she buried so deep she almost forgot it was there. For five years, she rebuilt her life from nothing—betrayed by her ex, abandoned by her family, raising her boy on stolen hours and stubborn hope. When she finally lands a legitimate job as Executive Assistant at Thorne Group, she thinks she's finally safe. Then she meets her new boss. Caleb Thorne. Billionaire CEO in a tailored suit. Don of the Thorne Syndicate in the shadows. A man who wears a different mask for every room he walks into—and the one who's been hunting her for five years. He doesn't recognize her face. But her eyes? Her scent? The way she flinches when he steps too close? He knows. And now that she's standing in his office—exposed, cornered, and carrying his secret—Caleb won't let her hide behind any mask. Not her professional armor. Not her single-mother walls. Not the lies that have kept them apart. He'll strip every layer until there's nothing left between them but skin, truth, and a fire neither of them ever put out.

Jasmine received "shocking" news: she had to marry the Dragon Ghost as his wife. But in exchange, after the marriage, she would inherit the entire estate, subjects, and territory of her husband. Jasmine was overjoyed: "Is there such a sweet deal in this world?" On the wedding day, she dressed up sharply and stepped into the magnificent cathedral, casting an affectionate glance toward her future partner. And then she saw... a Dragon Egg. The majestic Dragon Ghost was nowhere to be seen; there was only an egg lying there all by itself. Inventory of assets: A dilapidated castle, with drafty winds blowing in from all directions. Subjects: Three hundred skin-and-bone slaves who, at first glance, looked like walking skeletons about to collapse from hunger. Territory: A dead land spanning ten thousand square kilometers around the Dragon Valley, so desolate that "dogs eat stones and chickens eat pebbles." Jasmine knew she had fallen for the scam of the century, but unfortunately, the knights who escorted Jasmine here had long since "whipped their horses and vanished," running away a long time ago. An old butler, so aged he could barely walk, tremblingly stepped forward, waiting for the new Lord's instructions: "My Lord..." Jasmine held the "egg-husband" in her arms, and her rational nerves snapped: "I have land and people, could I really let myself starve to death?" Putting words into action, Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and officially embarked on the path of tilling the soil to get rich. Many years later. A strange town suddenly appeared on the mainland, rumored to be obscenely wealthy. From that place flowed exquisite fabrics, pure white porcelain, and sparkling jewelry... Anyone who had ever set foot there could not help but exclaim in amazement, while wandering poets competed to compose poems praising that prosperity until their throats were sore. A certain greedy King became overcome with avarice and brought a massive army, intending to seize the town for his own. The result? They were treated to the sight of a giant dragon descending from the sky to "pay them a visit."