MTL - Rebirth 1999: Opening the Age of Black Technology - Chapter 73 Make it a hit

Xu Mo loved playing games on Steam and bought a ton of them. But he soon realized something strange—whatever happened in the game started affecting his real life!When he played as an AI girl, a gorgeous girlfriend appeared in the real world. After robbing a bank in GTA, millions of dollars showed up in his real bank account.One time, while exploring a fantasy game, a Taoist monk with incredible powers showed up in reality, cutting an aircraft carrier in half with a sword and talking to him about Taoism.Things quickly spiraled out of control, throwing the whole world into chaos!

Reincarnated into his college days. Zhou Yuwen knew the importance of a persona. In this life, Zhou Yuwen’s labels were aloof, mature, and exceptionally talented! “I’m quite traditional, I believe that if you’re in a relationship, you need to be responsible, so one must be extremely cautious about dating.” “Zhou Yuwen, let’s get remarried!” “Damn it! Are you poisoned or something? I haven’t even been married before!” “Stop talking nonsense! We were married in our last life!” “That was in the past life!” “Remarry!” “Go away! I have a girlfriend!” He fled, she chased! He couldn’t escape, even if he had wings!

Li Pu, who has the blood of a summoned beast, originally just wanted to lie down honestly, but found that his talent as a summoner seemed a bit unusual…

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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.”