Loser System and Berserker Me - Chapter 208: Yes, We’re Attacking Our Allies

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.

When an ordinary gamer wakes up in the body of Ellen Joe, a high schooler and an elite member of Victoria Housekeeping Co., life takes a bizarre turn. Known for tackling everything from cleaning and yardwork to securing rare items and fighting off monsters, the company operates more like a covert squad than a housekeeping service.Caught between school deadlines and deadly Hollow missions, the protagonist struggles to maintain Ellen’s demanding dual life. Armed with Ellen’s ice-infused scissors and sharp wit, they navigate a world of high-stakes combat and meticulous chores while trying to keep their true identity hidden. But as Ellen’s habits and instincts creep into their own, the line between their life and hers begins to blur.

When it comes to chasing a male god, who does it best? Please come to City C and find Miss Morris.When Ariel Morris was young, she chased after Jimmy Season, the top male idol at Scenic Hill High School, and secured her place as the number one on the female-chasing-male leaderboard, a record yet unbroken.Time passed, and eight years later, upon meeting her male god again, Ariel Morris once more embarked on her long journey of pursuit.After marriage, there was an interview by reporters with the sweet and loving couple.“May I ask, who chased whom?”Ariel Morris laughed charmingly, “Of course… I chased him!”The crowd was shocked!Young Master Seys lightly smiled, “Sometimes, chasing someone doesn't necessarily require hands-on effort, just a little brainwork. And clearly, my wife's IQ is lacking, and her emotional intelligence is zero.”Miss Morris: “……”So, in this emotional pursuit, who really chased whom? And who first had feelings?……—Many years later, does the person you love still love you?—It turns out, what is constantly on your mind will indeed have a response!Arlo Seys & Ariel Morris: Serenity Time, Seasonal.May the wind dye white frost, and may Seasonal never fade away Ariel!

They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.