Despite Being Pursued As a Villain, All The Heroines On My Side? - Chapter 109

Ye Zhi inherited not only a run-down house, but also an engagement. Her fiancé met his true love and suddenly asked to break off the engagement while stating that he disliked his fiancée in all ways around.

In order to express their guilt, his family decided to make up for it with Ye Zhi. But she didn’t want a dime from them so she left.

The next second, Ye Zhi was suddenly picked up by a Rolls Royce.

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Gu Ren, the son of the richest man alive, had a tough life and was told that he couldn’t live past 30 years old. Only Ye Zhi, a young lady born on the cloudy day of the lunar year, could make him live.

Ye Zhi and Gu Ren got married. Gu Ren gave her a bank card. All she has to do is—

Spend money for him! Squander his fortune!

Ye Zhi bought a Lamborghini for Gu Ren, but he had an accident as soon as he drove the car.

As soon as she bought some Hermes platinum bags for herself, Gu Ren signed a more than one billion worth contract.

It turned out that the money could only be spent on herself. The more she spent, the more prosperous and healthy he would become.

Since then, her life had changed completely. Her villa was the biggest in the City.

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Ye Zhi’s old fiancé thought that she, who had been rejected, must have suffered a lot until one day, when he saw he walking in the street, followed by a Lamborghini.

Wait ! Who is that man standing next to her ?

This man is a super-rich man — Hundreds of times richer than his own family!

The Dao Court has ruled the world of cultivators for over twenty thousand years. The noble families maintain a strict hierarchy, making life difficult for independent cultivators.At ten years old, Mo Hua, who comes from a background of independent cultivators, struggles with his cultivation journey. This changes when a Dao stele appears in his mind.The stele is damaged and mysterious, but it can enhance spiritual awareness and help understand mystical formations.Mo Hua plans to use this stele to develop a supreme spiritual awareness, learn the secrets of celestial formations, and pursue the ultimate path of immortality. His goal is to change not only his own destiny but also the destiny of all lesser cultivators across the world.The path to greatness starts with the smallest steps, and the journey to immortality is long and challenging.Through dense fog and treacherous terrains, past horrors and chaos, where demons dance wildly, he must plant the seeds of his spiritual quest, survive the deadliest of trials, and prove his worth on every dangerous step…In the grand scheme of heaven, where the universe is the game board and all creatures its pieces, the strategic game of life and death begins, shaping destinies through its intricate moves…

In Azeroth, a young man, touched by arcane energies, embarks on an extraordinary journey. Driven by an unyielding pursuit of love and justice and a staunch refusal to become a mere ghoul, he seeks to reclaim lost justice and restore humanity's fading light. His arcane might shall not falter.Azeroth will know the name David Edmund Duke.I'm doing this because I saw that the translator didn't finish his work with the words check patreon for more chapther! How dare he! He shall rue the day he left a work unfinished!As for the other fic! Don't worry I'll update regularly! It also depends on the author and his lazy ass.Anyways enjoy!

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.