MTL - Interstellar Tattered Queen - Chapter 2703 never believed in you

Just as Li Meirong thought her life couldn't get any worse, she transmigrated into an abused body of a servant girl being sold at a brothel in a completely different world.

To sum up in a sentence, *slag men **washing white daily, transmigrating to different worlds to wash white, and the goal is to become a good man!

Note:
*Slag men refer to men who play with women’s hearts aka scum.
**Washing white means to come clean, fix up your life.

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Thank you, people are in the ninja world, just got out of the hospital bed!

Surrounded by a group of people in black robes with frantic eyes, there is also a big gray back named Feiduan who is laughing wildly at him.

Just because he was the second “lucky person” who successfully “survived” and obtained the [immortal body] in this divine election ceremony.

Shinji Akagi is a little numb…

What made him even more depressed was that after the transformation, his body had no chakra, but he could no longer practice any ninjutsu.

This means that he will become the first undead to endure!

But the activation of a strange system brought a whole new change to his life.

Can’t learn ninjutsu?

small issue!

Here are all kinds of magic spells for you to choose from!

Crimson blood exercises, spirit spells, ten kinds of shadow spells… everything.

Wait a minute!

Why is there [Cursed Wind Cave]? !

Is this also a spell? ! ! !

Forget it, whatever, the field expands, and there are boundless spaces!

(New book, new book, please advise~)

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.