After Transmigrating, The Fat Wife Made A Comeback! - Chapter 2060 - : My Son Is the Boss

Luck wasn't on his side as when he was just few steps away from becoming the world champion in karate he was killed by his by his opponents scheme who was afraid to fight against him and wanted the cup. But he was once again given a chance to reborn as Kenichi Shirahama and become the strongest martial artist.Watch and see how he conquers the world by becoming the strongest disciple and also how he conquers the women's he likes in his HaremI have reuploaded the chapters again as to the problem of Power stones that occurred in the previous one.

Humanity’s immortal path has been severed. Absorbing spiritual energy directly was no longer an option.While humans despaired, ghosts thrived. With their connection to the other side, they grew stronger by the day, turning humans into nothing more than prey and livestock.But to every rule, there is an exception.“That’s why, my son, if you ever see the man with the straw hat… run as fast as you can.” — Mamma Ghost.“But Mommy… aren’t humans weak? Aren’t they just our food?” — Ghost Boy.Mamma Ghost sighed, looking at her fatherless son with pity.“Ah, child… your father thought the same.”Feng Fan never wanted this life. He never asked for this mission. But fate had other plans.Witness his journey as he ascends to immortality and restores humanity’s lost Dao.“In this universe, there is no ghost I can’t seal!”#tsundere #transmigration #r18 #no-harem #horror

I got sucked into a novel full of villains and must tame them in order to survive!

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.