MTL - I Became Popular in the Underworld After Live Broadcasting Taoism - Chapter 154 1 more

I somehow managed to be reincarnated as a maid who monopolized the Emperor’s affection. In the end, she was killed by the Evil Empress through vicious means.‘Fortunately, I’m only five years old.’‘I still have a long way to go before the original work begins, so shouldn’t I just avoid the Emperor and Empress until then?’I thought so, but…“Lize, what did you say to the Emperor?”“I said that I support you.”The evil Empress who was supposed to kill me in the original story won’t leave me alone.“Truthfully, you like me much more than the Emperor, don’t you? Am I right?”Is the Empress trying to win me over?

He said I was the most despicable woman he ever met…

In order to love him, I lost my family, and become an imprisoned tool used for his vengeance from a noble lady. Everyone said I was the daughter of a rapist… I cautiously maintained the excruciating deep love for him and suffered from mental and physical exhaustion…

I thought someday my love would touch him and then I would live a happy life just as a fairy tale, but in fact I fell into an eternal nightmare…

Syd Castell found himself transported to the Marvel universe, turning into a mutant held in a research facility. He was somewhat panicked...Luckily, at a critical moment, he awakened his mutant ability: 'Imitation,' allowing him to mimic the abilities of others!Imitation Targets:- Orochi (Titles: Sun God, Earth's Will)- Wanda (Titles: Scarlet Witch, Owner of Chaos Magic)...Imitation Target → Sun God……Professor X: “We must find him quickly and guide him in controlling his powers to prevent an irreversible catastrophe!”Magneto: “Are you my child???”Thor: “Brother?”Loki: “?”[This is face-slapping kind of fanfic, where the mc goes around gets stronger and slap the sh*t out of his enemies, and so on][Raw: 美漫从五级变种人开始]

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!”