Extra's Magic - Chapter 147 Stalling The Fight

Liu Xu’er had once hoped that if she were to be reborn, she would be born to old money, and have a rich, handsome and tall husband. That way, she could have a carefree life of luxury!

Then she actually was reborn…. to a family that had been poor for generations, and lost her rich, handsome and tall husband.

Wait, why does this little husband sound so familiar?

Surely it can’t be…. Liu Xu’er helplessly thought – Heaven, must he too be sent here? Would it have been so difficult to have given me a different husband…

- Description from Novelupdates

Hanekawa is transmigrated to a body of Kumogakure's spy inside the Konoha and become Tsunade's discipleWill he stay faithful to Konoha, or he ended up betraying Tsunade?

Mercenaries, with self-intelligence awareness, can replace the players to fight, blame, and make copies.

Mercenary World, a multi-national game, smashing the chapters of the classic games of the old era, integrating all kinds of elements, players can choose any game to go to the peak – task flow, competitive flow, copy flow, business flow , the flow of war, the flow of business, the flow of leisure … set a high degree of freedom, the existence of play is reasonable, overnight.

Starting from the mission of God, grasping an opportunity, there is an infinite possibility of counterattack!

- Description from Uukanshu translation

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”