I Woke My Vegetative Husband up After Booktransmigrating - Chapter 144 - 144 Spoilers Are Great!

Progression, magical cards, weak to strong, card reforging!The young, sickly Irwin has seen nothing but bad luck in his short life. When his brother finally returns with a magical card for him, his luck is about to change. But will it change for the better? Irwin is sent off together with another group of youths to placate a group of sorcerers. With just a weird utility card granted by his brother, he can only pray to stay alive long enough.[Has been updated with the rewrite of the first 27 chapters]This is a Card gathering story! Crafting is initially not the main focus, but as the story progresses, it becomes more and more important to the MC.Release schedule: [Fri/Sun] Roughly 22:00I am still a non-native English speaker (hard to change), so even with the edits and rewrites, you might find some oddities. Let me know, and I'll fix them right up.

She was drugged by her ex-boyfriend and had her first night with a mysterious man.

A small skeleton in the undead world inadvertently passed through to the end of the world. His limited IQ found that his boss seemed to be weak. As a good value, he decided to protect the boss first. When he was annoyed, he would do it directly. Turn the boss to his own position. Gao Shuo inadvertently encountered a strange encounter. At first, he used this skeleton as a combat partner to raise it. Until one day, this skeleton became a man, and Gao Shuo made a new decision. Don’t hesitate to rush to eat. Meng pet sweet text! ! ! (Little Skeleton) The Lord is accepted by the Lord! ! ! The important thing is that the protagonist can be transformed between the monks and the people three times.

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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.