MTL - Konoha: Naruto Taught By Aizen - Chapter 167 The battle is over, Tsunade's reaction

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

The dust thrown into the atmosphere by the impact obscured the sky and plunged the world into an Ice Age that would last for hundreds of years without sunlight.Because of the lack of sunlight, Earth's surface had fallen to extreme cold temperatures down to tens of degrees below zero.Facing impending doom, Chen Xin was left with a shelter that he built underground and an upgrade system he found. How would he survive the crisis?Could human civilization prevail? Would the embers of hope be enough to illuminate the cold night and bring warmth to mankind?Destiny had brought forward a harsh trial. Could human beings avoid sharing the same fate as those of the dinosaurs that were extinct?

A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?