Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What? - Chapter 234: The Gift of [Regret]

'A self-centric Female Lead, lost-in-love Male Leads, and useless extras who will die. On top of it, this world will not be here for long because of that ancient threat. So, what should I do now?'What kind of world was a world of Female-Oriented Fantasy romance? One filled with tinted glass and roses? Life should have been easy here, right? Wrong! Layla had read this book before, and she knew what happened.“Those useless leads left this world in a shamble! I need to do something about it before it gets destroyed. If I am going to live here, I need to ensure this world stays alive long enough. Who has time for romance when the world will end soon?”Her goal was set, and her life was laid out. Layla was going to use whatever she could to secure her second life.Everyone was a useful piece from here on, and Layla used them well to achieve her end goal. This might be a world based on a fantasy romance, but she would ensure it would not repeat it's ending.______Note: It has a strong Female Protagonist as the MC. No romance, no harem, no yuri.

A Heavenly God was transmigrated into a different world right after he died. After arriving in that world, he resides in the body of a handsome young man with a mechanical voice inside his head providing him with missions. It also kept on telling him to brew wine every single day.

When he was five years old, Xiao Yihan swaggered into Jiang Wei’s room, hugging his little quilt: “Jiang Xiaowei, there’s no one at my home. My dad doesn’t feel assured leaving me alone and told me to come over and sleep at your place.”Jiang Wei stared at him with her wet, round eyes: “If you sleep here, where will I sleep?”Xiao Yihan patted the spot next to him on the bed and said with a serious little adult-like expression: “Here. After all, I’m going to marry you sooner or later. Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility!”Jiang Wei: “……”What kind of responsibility could a little kid who only plays in the mud take?A story with a bit of sweetness about a cold, aloof dance major girl versus a mischievous medical school heartthrob guy.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.