The Tales of Draconic Warlock - Chapter 283: Adventurer’s Guild (2)

Orin Stonewood rises from a prestigious smithing family in the Astral Kingdom. Wealth, recognition, excellence, and charisma - he had it all. But life from twenty-five ended on such terms for him. He falls victim to a dark ritual. The fate after this mystery was to rise and fall in every life he reincarnates in. The ninth reincarnation made him Zmey Ashbane. Into a world of terrifying, exciting tales. It seemed as if every encounter in this world wanted to tie him down for some reason. But he knew his goal. To break free from the ritual and rise as a master of fate, not its pawn.(Update rate: 28 new chapters a week)(The book has a slow progression. If, after reading up to chapter 100, nothing in this story interests you, that means it isn’t for you.)Due to the progression, I will lock the novel at chapter 60.

What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love?

What do you do when you realize you that you have not only become an NPC – you have even been thrown back in time to before the game even launched!

What will happen when our protagonist’s two realities coincide?

Han Xiao was a professional power leveler before his transmigration. Using his past life’s knowledge, Han Xiao sweeps through the universe as he prepares for the arrival of the players. This is definitely not your typical transmigration novel.

Lin Wan has passed through the book, and she has become the stepmother of the male protagonist at a young age. The cheap husband is a serious business boss, indifferent and decisive. The three stepsons have very different personalities, and one is more difficult to deal with than the other.

Later, Lin Wan was forced to participate in a parent-child variety show with her stepsons. Five groups of families, one group is more harmonious than one group, of course…except for Lin Wan.

After the variety show was broadcast, Lin Wan became the control group. Other families ordered their parents to cook. They were full of color, fragrance, and filial piety. Lin Wan and his three stepsons ignored each other, compressed biscuits and ham sausages, and the atmosphere was eerily silent.

In other family nights, the whole family counts the stars and watches the moon together. Isn’t it sweet? Lin Wan and his three stepsons tell each other horror stories viciously, scaring the audience in front of the screen!

Netizens watched while scolding, and later they found that the atmosphere of Lin Wan’s control group had changed! Why does the eldest son say he doesn’t like his stepmother with a proud face, but secretly buys a scarf for his stepmother! Why did the second son say he liked his father more, but voted for his stepmother for the person he liked the most! Why does the youngest son secretly stuff his favorite candy under his stepmother’s pillow in the middle of the night!

Netizens are confused, but this arrogant stepson and Xianyu stepmother are so good!

Mysterious boss vs salty fish fairy & male and female protagonists Shuangjie

- Description from novelbuddy

At the age of eleven, the youth Ye Xuan's soul traveled through time to the distant Mythical Era, becoming an Undying monster emerging from the Emperor's Burial Ground, influencing one era after another. Yet behind Ye Xuan, an invisible force manipulated everything. Struggling to take control of his fate, Ye Xuan exhausted all means, but just as he was on the brink of success, he was betrayed by his disciple and wife, causing his soul to slumber for ninety thousand years.When Ye Xuan awoke, he found himself back in his own body and had become the son-in-law of the Emperor Immortal Sect, treated by others as a fool. The story begins from here.Eternal Emperor Soul, returned overnight.From then on, an emperor rose as a son-in-law, ushering in an invincible myth that dominated through the ages!Simplified version: The foolish son-in-law, soul returned, rose in one morning, invincible through all ages.Show-off version: “I am invincible; do as you please.” — Ye Xuan.Meme version: That year, my hands in my pockets, I knew no rivals.