Golden-Eyed Reaper: Transmigrated As The Forgotten One - Chapter 6: Sympathy.

Modern woman transmigrated to an ancient society which is a female deity. Not to mention farming, she can’t even grow flowers! In the end, to live, she can only work hard to ”women should be self-reliant”!

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When it collapses, it is impossible to speak, the imaginary number tree in the quantum sea.

Along with the prosperity of civilization, the disaster called Honkai will come silently.

Apocalypse, Famine, Herrscher, End.

No one is the savior of the world, only the warriors who fight for a better world.

However, in an accident, they got an accidental gift against the collapsed and successful civilization.

The information called the future, the reward in line with the heart, and the punishment of sorrow.

Can they use this to meet the challenge of collapse?

Bronya: Betrayal is a silver smile.

Raiden Mei: I will fall into darkness, and you will return to light.

Kiana: I’m Kiana, also k423, and more importantly, Xilin.

Otto: Old friend, I’m not lying.

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[ps: Exposure stream movie-viewing body collapse novel. 】

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What do humans want most, money, fame, power?

When I was given a choice I wasn't blinded by greed and due to that my new life in another world started.

If you were given a second chance, will you follow your desires even if they were against common sense?

Geniuses, Demons, Gods? as long as they stand in my way the will be returned to nothingness.

Follow Aster on his travel trough the multiple planets and realms as he gains the title “The Perverted Primordial”

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’