Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN) - Chapter 326 - Arifureta After III Tortus Travel Journal ⑥

In an unexpected accident, Davis Allen had lost his legs, his freedom and his position as the heir of the Allen family. His life became lonely and frozen but a forced union With Jessica Brown became a turning point.... Jessica Brown, an unloved and unwanted daughter is traded to marry a crippled in place of her half sister and the future of the company while the perpetrators' will have to sit back and enjoy the glory....Why should it be so? Why does she have to bear the suffering when she is the elusive Doctor Sica, the famous Lady Bright and the unparalleled stock god ...

19 years old Davi, married a stranger whom she never seen at all to save her little brother. Until she found herself being bound with a certain mission. Her mission is to seduce her stone cold husband who is never romantically interested in any human being and bear his child. ____ Current Editors/proofreaders: kraycee, lov3lamb, iamconi789 Donations: https://www.paypal.me/kazzenlx

When the forgotten past and the mysterious future collide, its up to those stuck in the middle to put a stop to it.Join Stanford “SK” Kirby, a mild-mannered deliveryman and amateur comic book writer, as he fights both the monsters of humanity's past sins and the machinations of their future mistakes.But how is someone this unqualified supposed to do something like that?Why, by creating superheroes, of course!“I have no fear, Operator! For I am here to save the day!”“And I just created a literal knight in shining armor. Alright, let's do this thing. AIM FOR THE DRAGON!”“The mechanical one or the anatomically correct one?”“YES!”

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.