The Last Incubus with The Vice and Valor System - Chapter 159 soon

Xie Yunshu’s father, who was made a marquis because of his military exploits, finally thought of taking the two of them and their grandmother to the capital. She was still in her mother’s womb when her father left home to join the army, but now she is a seventeen-year-old girl.

It is said that in the Hou’s Mansion in the capital, his father had a county magistrate, Ping’s wife, and a pair of children born of him and Ping’s wife. County owner Ping’s wife’s mother’s family is powerful, but Xie Yunshu’s mother is just a peasant girl.

After crossing, Xie Yunshu smiled slightly, we have the melon eating system in hand, we know everything, everyone is good, if it is not good, then try it!

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I originally thought this was a world like an ordinary urban novel…Drawing comics by myself, traveling is pretty good.
But tell me, what happened to this magician called “Emiya Kiritsugu” who jumped on my face?
Who changed the settings?
Currently involved in the content of “F/Z”, “F/SN”, “Fantasy Carnival”, “The Emiya’s Meal”, “The Holy Grail of the Imperial Capital”, “FLA”, “Elmello II Event Book”, “FGO”, “FE”, etc.
Others related to “JOJO’s Bizarre Adventure”, “Rebellious Lelouch”, “Persona 5”, “Attack on Giant”, “Death”
“FGO”, “FE Series”, “FA”, “FSF”, “Cangyin”, “Magical Girl Illya” will be involved next…

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They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.

I see dead people.But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special.For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living.Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit.My gift is granting wishes.I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price.I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness.But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything.After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.My name is Hattie, welcome to my world.Would you like a cup of tea?