Can You Mend My Broken Heart? - Chapter 23: Hell breaks loose

Let her shout out: “Oh handsome and sweet-talking Tokyo gentleman, I must have you. You are mine!”This is the story of how a boy from Iwate Prefecture became a Tokyo gentleman.

#dotingmalelead #infrastructure #RPG #OPMc(Caution: Don't read while you're drinking. Author is not responsible for choking incident due to excessive happiness. XD Just sharing good vibes. If you're down and feeling sad, read my novel!)Li Chunhua never expected she would be transported in another world after she was reading an odd book she found in the Sect's Library.By the time she opened her eyes, her mind was instilled with memories of another girl whose appearance and name resembled hers. She actually became the vicious cannon fodder in that male lead angst novel she read.Faced with the future of miserable death, Chunhua decided to stay away from the male lead and the supporting characters and decided to live low-key.Thanks to her koi physique her road to a comfortable life was smooth sailing. When others are still starving by the lack of food, Chunhua had already started farming and rearing live stocks. When others are still without a proper shelter, she was already building roads.Although she was only eating her terrible cooking, her life was already good![Congratulations for upgrading your thatched cottage to Level 1 log cabin.][Congratulations for upgrading your Level 1 log cabin to Level 2 stone house.][Congratulations...]Everything was was going well until she picked up an unconscious man covered in dirt in the forest. She always believe in karmic conditioning and therefore took care of him until he was back on his feet.Until one day, he told her his true name.Li Chunhua was dumbfounded.No way, the man I saved was actually the male lead! Is it too late to throw him back to the forest again?A certain someone's expression darkened and threw her on the bed. “You dare!”

Inter Milan's star is dim, Florentina is high-spirited, no one in Serie A can forever maintain their reign. Who will unify the world?In 2014, Inter was at a historical low point, ranked 9th in the league, constantly refreshing the lower limit. The glory of the treble winner had disappeared!Fortunately, Tang Long traveled back, and his brain fused with an AI football system called the “Green Grass Wisdom Engine”.This system, originating from 2084, combines advanced machine learning, big data analysis, and sports science.It can continuously upgrade through match feed and provide Tang Long with divine predictions!-Cross 5% chance to central area, 5% chance to out of bounds, 90% chance to the near post, move early to grab the spot!-Detected that opponent's center-back pair will have a hidden gap in three seconds, prepare a through pass!-The angle between the wall and goalkeeper is 0.62dc, big data shows shooting the upper right corner has a scoring rate of 88.76%!Tang Long frequently makes “Divine Hand” actions off the pitch, shocking everyone!C Luo: “It's simply divine! Every prediction by Tang is three seconds ahead, he seems to foresee the future!”Icardi: “My European Golden Boot, nine-tenths of the credit goes to Tang!”Guardiola: “He's simply the prophet of the football world in the 21st century!”Mancini: “After Ronaldo, Tang is the second alien. His understanding of football far surpasses this era!”

A new emperor rules each year in Yohuachanca.Only the most delicious of food graces his palate; the realm’s most beautiful women fill his harem; his palace dazzles the mind in its beauty; and four priestesses counsel him in all matters. The life of an emperor is good, luxurious, and short. For at the year’s end, he is sacrificed to the Nightlords under the light of the Scarlet Moon.I am Iztac. A pisspoor orphan and the year’s emperor. A sacrifice bound for the altar. But the vampires have made a mistake this time. For I am a sorcerer, whose soul journeys into the secret underworld to plunder the secret spells of the dead. There, in the darkness, hides the power to drag the Nightlords off their throne. I have a year to find it, or perish for good.I may not be the first emperor, but I will be the last.