My Vampire System (WN) - Chapter 2540 The Decision Is Made

“Kind? What’s kind about it? Taking on such quests isn’t being kind. It’s just being a pushover. A total pushover.”As the voices faded behind him, Kai glanced back at them.Me? A pushover? No way.[You have performed a good deed for an NPC in trouble.] [+1 Benevolence.]A reward given for doing a good deed?!Calculative, yet compelling enough to continue doing good deeds whether it’s healing or dealing damage.The Healing Solaris Cleric, Kai’s, journey to conquering MID Online!

A bolt of lightning descends from the sky, marking the arrival of a sweet and charming automaton girl in the Marvel universe!She’s adorable, formidable in combat, and capable of even more surprises—uh, ahem!The Marvel Cinematic Universe is rife with danger, but the life of a superhero dedicated to world peace is definitely worth looking forward to!“Waaah! Don’t pull my ears! Let me finish this game! I’ll pay, I’ll pay, okay?!”Although determined to become a superhero, games still need playing, and anime must still be watched!What? You think she’s neglecting her duties?Oh, but she possesses the incredible ability to convert concepts from various works into her own skills!For Kagura Hitomi, who wields the limitless “Conceptual Skill System,” ACG (Anime, Comics, and Games) is her ultimate source of power!

“Send me to the past.” That’s how the first step toward revenge began.

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.”