My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication - Chapter 83: Compound-Eyed Wombat, Arcana Replication

【Shuangjie VS Sweet Pet】

Tang Qi, who was the queen of supernatural powers in her previous life, was reborn once and became a scumbag girl who lived in a poor urban village, had no parents and no mother, and lived with her elderly grandmother.

In her new life, Tang Qi only wanted to do a good job in her studies, make money to support her family, and let her grandmother live a warm and happy life.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he was stared at by the most mysterious and noble Mo family boss in the imperial capital. From then on, he never left her, and he couldn’t get rid of her no matter what.

The famous family in the imperial capital joked about the bad taste of the Mo family’s boss, and let Shuyuan, a famous family in the imperial capital, not want it, and found her, a country bumpkin who has no money, no power, and no background.

Tang Hillbilly Qi calmly throws out his various identities, the second young lady of the Qin family, a powerful and famous family, the founder behind the 100 billion consortium, and the high-level executive of the national special ability department…

Every identity shocked the ladies and ladies with weak legs, and they all knelt down: “I’m sorry, you are a real boss, we are all scumbags.”

The big boss of the Mo family directly held his entire net worth in front of her, “Please take care of me. From now on, you will be responsible for making money and supporting your family, and I will be responsible for your beauty.”

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There are thousands of scenery in the world, why me?

There are thousands of scenery but not as good as the only you

A and beautiful superpower queen VS domineering, affectionate and rich gold boss

- Description from novelbuddy

What will an ordinary man do if he finds out he is God in an Otome game? Of course, save the game’s Evil character, Morrigan! Unknowingly spread more chaos! Establish your own kingdom! Establish your own religion! Kill the Goddess of Light!

Defy the Gods, Defy the laws that govern the universe, Defy space and time, Defy fate, defy death,Defy ‘I’. defy defying it selfselfish, cautious, envious and ruthless mc(new writer/ no experience writing whats so ever, so don't expect much ) ( English is not my first language)(high fantasy)

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.