Attribute Farming System - Chapter 4: Strength!

After nearly been killed by his classmates, Dave found himself running along the street until a giant meteor strike hit him.Moments later, he woke up only to find the world around him in chaos. It’s an Apocalypse![Welcome user, you have been granted the beast taming system!][Combat Skill: Black Belt][Swordsmanship Skill: 100% Skilled][Gun Shooting Skill: 100% Accurate][All Skill has been Maxed out, but Energy point is needed to tame, control and summon beasts]To obtain energy points, he needs to be in an interaction with the opposite gender; a female. The interactions were things that Dave hadn’t done before, but he was more than excited to try it all.“Is it just to kiss to obtain energy points? I’ll gladly kiss her.”“Wait that isn’t enough? I need to explore her body instead? Okay, no worries!”With this, he had another side goal, and that was to create a harem of girls to aid him in his journey to become strong in this chaotic world.Join Dave as he became even more stronger, tamed numerous beasts, and fought down whosoever stands against his goals.

In his past life, Han Sen was a skilled basketball trainer but never achieved his NBA dreams due to his height limitations.After dying unexpectedly, he reincarnates in a parallel world, inhabiting the body of a highly talented four-star recruit also named Han Sen, who had faced a career downturn.Now equipped with a mysterious system that makes him stronger the more he’s criticized, he plans to turn his new life around and fulfill his dream of becoming an elite basketball player.Join Han Sen’s journey as he sets the stage to prove his worth, utilizing his “Hater System” to grow stronger by attracting negative attention from the media and fans!This is a translation.Original Author: 肉末大茄子

She married a driver she just met. However, the last thing that had ever come to her expectation was that her bridegroom was no other than the most mysterious billionaire in the city. This marriage brought her baby twins. Thus, she worked harder to support this family. She was the queen of the entertainment circle. When she met the king who dominated the business world, she finally knew her husband’s true identity.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.