Boss’s Death Guide - Chapter 3 - Tangseng Flesh

On one spring evening when I was eight years old, I, Erica, Duke of Aurelia’s daughter, realized something.

Zixin dies from Qi Deviation and an Earthling transmigrates into his body, the Earthling then accepts his new identity as Xong Zixin and embarks on a new journey of cultivation.Zixin later discovers that he actually has a System called Attack Catching System which like its name suggests, captures and stores attack from people who attack him.…[Ding! 1002 punches from a Core Condensing Realm have been captured successfully!][Ding! Qi Deviation has been successfully captured!][Ding! Soul Possession Attack has been captured unsuccessfully.],...Follow Zixin on his unparalleled journey to the peak of martial arts, releasing saved attacks on his enemies and competency obliterating them.

What will happen if your ordinary life becomes not so ordinary? What will happen if your old existence becomes anew? What will happen if the world that you know is changing?

Our heroine, Anne, is a 40 year old librarian, that got entangled in mythical magic, inside a mysterious fairytale book. When the disaster happened, she got thrown into another world, the kingdom of Valorian, where magic and lore are coming alive. A world where she becomes younger again, but with a wisdom and knowledge of a forty-year-old woman.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”