MTL - Rebirth: Degenerate Slave Abuses Tyrant - Chapter 320 bone pain

I transmigrated into a novel that I was reading.“But of all people, why did it have to be Kamon Vade?!”The problem here is this: the character I transmigrated as was a third-rate villain who appeared at the beginning of the original story, but after he had been accused of attacking the imperial princess, he disappeared and left the stage.“Haah, fine. The novel never said that I died anyway. So, I just need to somehow hold out and endure in the academy, right?”But…Maybe because I refused to exit the novel, ‘death’ keeps following me around.‘Motherfxxxer, this is like the fantasy novel version of Final Destination!’Damn it, I have to survive somehow.And I will! No matter what!

Zhong Qing is expected to die because she was suffering from an incurable disease but she will come back from the dead and will wake up into magical white space called SYSTEM that which revealed her hidden secret. She will become a LITTLE GOBLIN!

Before the task, the system is indifferent.

“Your mission is to accompany the man and help him onto his peak life”

But after the task, she felt love and indignation.

“You get out, system! I thought I would only accompany and help him, you didn’t say that I would fall in love with him!”

The system silently acts dead.

The man also already fell in love with Zhong Qing.

“Honey come on, go home with me.”

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The challenges a female cultivator had to overcome on her life journey were countless.

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.”