Little Prodigal Alliance Head (and Cook) - Chapter 411.2: Crap! It Was Over!

A man who was once called the world strongest agent ended up becoming a teacher after his retirement to train the new generation of agents. After many years of training his disciples, he is killed at the age of 60 by the ploy of a secret organization and was reincarnated in another world with all his past memories.Though he was surprised by the magic and the strange species of that world, he adapted very fast to his condition as a newborn and took advantage of it. He acquired special magic and gained a massive amount of strength thanks to his tight discipline in order to reach his goal: resume his career as a teacher which he left halfway through in his previous life.This is the story of a man who based on the memories and the experiences of his previous life, became a teacher who travels through the world with his new students.

She, the only descendant of Chinese ancient martial arts, a stunning ghost hand genius doctor, once passed through into the Ye family waste lady.

Open your eyes again, the sky and the earth are surging! What? Born waste? Disaster star? Very good, she will soon let them see what is born waste, what is a star of misfortune.

He is the evil emperor respected by thousands of people, mysterious, noble, and unattainable.

When he met her, she avoided him like a snake, and he entangled her like a vine.

“Evil Emperor, it’s not good, Madam ran away again!”

“Chasing!”

“Evil Emperor, it’s not good, Madam is hiding!”

“Look!”

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I was nothing. A lowly omega, destined to live in the shadows of stronger wolves. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, the moon had other plans for me. My mate was an Alpha’s son. The problem? He wasn’t the only one. The Blackwood triplets—Kael, Ronan, and Darian—each bore the same mark that bound them to me.To be Luna, I would have to survive the chaos of three powerful mates, a jealous rival who wanted my place, and a secret buried deep in my bloodline.Because being chosen by the moon was never a gift. It was a curse.