The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny - Chapter 1155 - Vixen

The youngest Wiseman of the continent, Chu Tian, has traveled 30,000 years back in time to the age of antiquity due to an accident.

This is a prosperous era. Rare herbs, minerals, treasure relics and monsters can be easily found throughout the land.

However, this is also an undeveloped era. Communications, traffic, martial arts and technology are in its early stage of development. Prosperous cities lack lighting while its citizens are uneducated.

Our decisive MC using his future knowledge creates Magic powered light bulbs, magic powered telephones, magic powered cannons, magic powered computers, artificial intelligence, psyche internet. 30,000 years worth of knowledge allows him to create miracles and shine brightly in this era. Allowing him to conquer the land and sit firmly on the throne of the 10 realms.

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Junseo thought he was just installing a chill farming sim to de-stress after another soul-sucking shift in Seoul. Grow some crops, raise a few cows, maybe romance an NPC—simple stuff.Then he woke up inside the game.In a new body. In a suspiciously sexy world.With a system that thinks “breeding” is more important than breathing.And a robot waifu guide who takes everything way too literally.Now he's stuck in a countryside hellhole with zero skills, zero tools, and a suspicious loaf of bread. His only goal?Survive without accidentally triggering a hentai side quest.Too bad the game has other plans.Too bad the villagers are way too friendly.Too bad the only way to unlock skills... is by combining everything.He just wanted to grow carrots.Now he might end up marrying half the village.Tags:Transmigration,Harem (slow burn),Comedy,Slice of Life,Farming Sim,Adult Themes (18+),System,Self-aware Protagonist,Kingdom Building,No Overpowered Skills,Robot Waifu,Skill Fusion and Lewd but Smart

MC follows the crew – Don’t like it? Don’t read.Vir transmigrated into the world of One Piece.Right from the start, he was being hunted down by a Devil Fruit users. Just an ordinary guy and a dying deer—how was he supposed to survive this?Ding![Congratulations, host! You have activated the 'Traumatizing Miracle Doctor System'][Saving people while causing them severe psychological trauma will grant you a random ability from them! ]“Bro, I’m being hunted here, stop messing around—give me something useful!”[Ding! Newbie gift pack reward: Antidote x1 ][Antidote: Instantly neutralizes all food poisoning effects. ]Vir: Σ( ° △ °|||)Good news: He has a system.Bad news: The system is useless!---Marineford War.Everyone’s eyes were wide in shock, their faces streaked with tears as they watched Ace get pierced through.Vir: “Wipe those tears! Hold them back! A little fatal injury—still treatable.”Not long after, the Whitebeard Pirates were wailing over Whitebeard’s tragic death.Vir spoke again: “Hold those tears back! Still treatable, still treatable!”And thus, Vir began his legendary journey of flexing.Aokiji: “I’m holding a severed leg, and this guy tells me ‘You are what you eat.’ Should I eat it?”Whitebeard: “That brat’s welding skills are top-notch. Don’t ask how I know!”Kizaru, who had been tasked with hunting Vir down, originally thought it would be an easy job. After all, he was just a doctor, right?Yet now, as he found himself struggling to breathe under the sheer pressure of Vir’s Conqueror's Haki, he had only one thought racing through his mind:“You’re telling me this guy is a doctor?”“Uncle, can you fix my facial paralysis too? Wanna give it a try?”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”