No Hero - Volume 8, Afterword

The popular niche student Lu Yuanbai and Duan Yu, the president of the Duan Group, have been married for many years.

However, when the two agreed to marry, their relationship was not on good terms.

When the agreement expired and was about to divorce, Lu Yuanbai lost his memory. When he woke up again, he not only became a popular fried chicken, but also concluded his marriage with a listed company.

The boss looks cold and handsome, rich and powerful, not only that, the news of their love is flying all over the sky.

(Popular fried chicken is a buzzword that refers to a person or thing that is becoming popular recently. It is called the direction of the fashion or trend of things.)

President Duan admits his love affair with Lu Yuanbai, saying that they have been pursuing each other for many years…

President Duan proposed a high-profile marriage, but the pigeons blinded everyone…

President Duan and the popular Xiaosheng Lu Yuanbai were like glue after their marriage, and they hugged and kissed on the street …

- Description from Novelupdates

Lucius Mc. Conol, once the leader of a ghost division, is captured and killed on a mission. However, not all is lost as he finds himself reincarnated in another world... as a leafling?

Join Lucius as he teaches lower leveled plant life human tactics, bringing to them new concepts and powers.

*Ding* [You've leveled up]

This is a kingdom-building, evolution story which sees Lucius encounter beings from different species, spreading his influence and 'mystical' powers.

Born naturally defective but possessed by the spirit of a divine dragon. Inheriting the divine dragon’s will and power, growing scales and magical claws, imperial waters containing the breath of the dragon, travelling through clouds and summoning rain, an invincible physical body. In this world and era, countless men dream of slaying dragons. Li Mu Yang has always lived a hard life.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.