Mistress, I Was Wrong - Chapter 155 (2)

In a world where football is both a passion and a lifeline, Benjamin, a promising young player seemingly has it all: talent, a loving family, and dreams of becoming a Legend.However, tragedy strikes when a devastating car accident claims his life along with that of his parents. But fate intervenes, granting him a second chance at life as he mysteriously finds himself back in time.This time, Benjamin is powerless to prevent the loss of his family, leaving him an orphan at a pivotal moment in his life.Struggling with a broken left foot that threatens to derail his football dreams before they even begin, prejudice and self-doubt. Driven by an unrelenting passion for the sport, he trains tirelessly, honing his skills and overcoming the obstacles in his path.As Benjamin rises through the highs and lows of his journey, he encounters challenges both on and off the pitch.With every setback, he learns the true meaning of resilience, forging a legacy that transcends all and proving that greatness is possible for anyone willing to fight for it.

A very sweet entertainment circle novel about a closeted gong x fudanshi shou.

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Having trusted the goddess who promised my return to Earth, I joined the hero's party and defeated the Demon King.So when that promise was not fulfilled, it was only natural for me to desire my own fall into darkness.Harem | Fantasy | Sex | R18 | SMUT

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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