The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish - Chapter 410 - 241 Submarine Accident and System Rewards (Subscribe Please)_2

Reborn into a failing noble family, Liu Xingchang awakens in a weakened teenage body, surrounded by humiliation and betrayal. Once the revered Sword God of the Northern Polar Heaven Domain, he now faces ridicule from his former lover, Yu Qiuer, who has abandoned him for a rival, and scorn from the very man daring to tread on his legacy.Though his power has diminished to a mere third-grade cultivation, Liu’s indomitable spirit drives him to reclaim his path to supremacy. When he fatally strikes his foe amidst the disbelieving crowd, even the noble Princess Qingyuan is drawn to this fallen “”coward’s”” defiant strength.Can Liu Xingchang resurrect his family’s honor, ascend to the Divine Realm, and turn the tables on those who scorned him?

In a dramatic reversal of fate, the commoner Ludwik ascended the throne and became king. Once crowned, he was immediately told that the most important work of the king is “to welcome the princess from the highest lineage on the continent as your bride”! But then, the beautiful bride who appeared muttered, “gross…” upon seeing his face. Just like that, the new queen began to wage a cold war against Ludwik. But the truth is, there lies a secret within the queen’s heart, and when Ludwik finds out about it, he ends up in a certain contract with her… The story of fantasy, harem (planned), and comedy begins here!!

Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”