MTL - I Can’t Act Anymore - Chapter 11

Adventures of a reincarnated Old Man who died saving a kid who was about to get hit by a Truck. Reborn as the son of Duke DragonHeart, AshBorn being a unique individual with Dragonblood and elf blood in his veins he spends his childhood training with dragons and spirits of the world tree goes out into the world to adventure and climb the tower, traveling to different planets,learning the secrets of the universe as he fights an evil unknown enemy, in a perfect way of course

Witnessing her boyfriend cheating on her with her bestie, Shiyao was so angry that she went to a pub for fun and met a man, who was really a piece of work. After a crazy night she fled away, but was embarrassed to know that the man she slept with was her boss You Ze.
Jesus, give her a break!

- Description from Novelupdates

Zorian is a teenage mage of humble birth and slightly above-average skill, attending his third year of education at Cyoria’s magical academy.

He is a driven and irritable young man, consumed by a desire to ensure his own future and free himself of the influence of his family, whom he resents for favoring his brothers over him. Consequently, he has no time for pointless distractions or paying attention to other people’s problems.

As it happens, time is something he is about to get plenty of. On the eve of the Cyoria’s annual summer festival, he is killed and brought back to the beginning of the month, just before he was about to take a train to Cyoria.

Suddenly trapped in a time loop with no clear end or exit, Zorian will have to look both within and without to unravel the mystery before him. And he does have to unravel it, for the time loop hadn’t been made for his sake and dangers lurk everywhere…

Repetition is the mother of learning, but Zorian will have to first make sure he survives to try again — in a world of magic, even a time traveler isn’t safe from those who wish him ill.

One day, I woke up only find out that I’d become a Demon Lord, an individual responsible for protecting a dungeon. The world I’d been spirited away to was one filled with violence. Gigantic monsters wandered through it and competed with each other each and every day for the right to survive. I had no choice but to strengthen my dungeon’s defenses in hopes of living another day—or at least that was what I’d thought. For some odd reason, I instead ended up spending my days in relaxation and bliss.