I became the Prime Minister’s Adored Wife after Transmigrating - Chapter 292 - : Speak Up

Lucifer travels to the world of One Piece, binds the system, and obtains the fruit of words and the power of hell demons at the beginning.Everything Lucifer says will become reality, and matter can be summoned or generated through sound.Flash, lightning, fire, ice, magma, gravity, earthquake, all powerful abilities, Lucifer can use.By beheading enemies, Lucifer earns kill points, which buy more powerful powers.Akainu: As soon as Lucifer speaks, my magma can only be used to light candles.Kizaru: As soon as Lucifer opened his mouth, my flash was slower than a turtle.Whitebeard: My Shock Fruit can't shake a rock.Kaido: My immortality has failed.Redhead: Why is my strongest Conqueror's Haki gone?Five Elders: Please, stop talking.Lucifer: I haven't done it yet, why are you so stupid?Everyone: You didn't do anything, but you did.Lucifer: A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands.From then on, a hell demon who used his mouth to attack invincible opponents all over the world was born.Disclaimer: This is Translation

The servant looked at the grieving princess. “Your Highness, the Regent Prince sent your scholar fiancé to the Western Butcher’s daughter!” 

The princess gritted her teeth, speaking to her servant that it matters not as she has other suitors in line. Many days later, much to her dismay, the servant ran in a hurry. “Your Highness, the Regent Prince expressed his intention of becoming your suitor! All other men in line were sold to Gou Lan Red District!”

The princess was distressed. She said to her servant it matters not. She’ll soon be married to Prince Fuma. Then the uneventful came. The servant once more ran to her, almost tripping in the process. “Your Highness, Prince Fuma was imprisoned at home! Meanwhile, there’s a red sedan chair waiting at your residence for your marriage! It was led by the Regent Prince!

The princess was stunned. For a day such as this to come, it seemed impossible. This nothing but a sad story of a female boss crossing back in time to hold the thick thighs of the big boss. But while raising him, she was eaten in the process.

Su Ling was reborn before the end of the world, and got a system that can strengthen everything.

In order to survive, she made the greatest preparations in the shortest time, took revenge on the scumbags and scumbags, and then embarked on a new journey.

On the way, she met Sheng Hongye, an all-around handsome guy. At first, she just wanted to live a good life, but later she found out that she had somehow become the hostess of a new type of tribe.

“Sorry, I’m not interested in the hostess.” Su Ling said with a cold face.

A certain man: “Good boy, then let’s work on the infrastructure.”

Su Ling was annoyed. “Go away, is there anyone doing infrastructure work on the bed?”

A certain man: “Hey, I know you’re tired, so let’s be your successor.”

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.