The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud - Chapter 937: The Apocalypse of Flame Space?

Past life, her spirit root was dug out from her body. She had wholeheartedly dedicated herself to the just path, but she was sentenced as an evil demonic cultivator.

As the manager of the shopping street, it's Shuichi Chiba's job to provide excellent service to the tenants of the shopping street.“The water pipes in the shop are broken; can you come take a look?”“It's gym time; don't even think about slacking off.”“Are you coming to learn floral arrangement today too?”“Thanks for your hard work; why not relax with a spa treatment?”...Shuichi Chiba walked from one end of the street to the other, massaging his back and sighing deeply.Collecting rent was supposed to be a much less taxing job!Chiba's Diary: The beauty shop's water pipes are broken, and the gym has a yearly membership, so no slacking off.Smut - Milfs - Harem - Mature - Anal - BDSM - Threesome - No Yuri.Note:- It is a translation but i am adding my own stuff to make it a full R-18 novel.

King Grey has unrivaled strength, wealth, and prestige in a world governed by martial ability. However, solitude lingers closely behind those with great power. Beneath the glamorous exterior of a powerful king lurks the shell of man, devoid of purpose and will. 

Reincarnated into a new world filled with magic and monsters, the king has a second chance to relive his life. Correcting the mistakes of his past will not be his only challenge, however. Underneath the peace and prosperity of the new world is an undercurrent threatening to destroy everything he has worked for, questioning his role and reason for being born again. 

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”