Seoul Cyberpunk Story - Chapter 16: A and I

After 20 years of dedicating his life to opera ever since he had quit the performing arts high school, he had failed at an interview. Losing his motivations, Jo Yunjae depended on alcohol to live out his days until one day, he had been sent back 20 years in time, to the day before his high school admission.

One night a mysterious and unexplained phenomenon occurs in the nine provinces. Five years later Chu Feng, a regular outer disciple of the Azure Dragon school, awakens one of the mysterious nine lightning beasts. And discovers an egg sealed inside him.

From there we follow Chu Feng as he crosses the continent, beating up strongest senior brothers, raiding tombs, destroying sects and of course as he conquers beauties.

The first time she traveled abroad, she encountered the tragedy of a missing plane. When she woke up, she transformed from a sunny girl into a Young Madam!On the very first day after waking up, he tormented her for an entire night, and then he planned to steal her heart! How could there possibly be such good fortune in the world?She swore to escape from his grasp.“Young Master, the Young Madam has run away again...”“Damn it, launch a city-wide search within 24 hours!”He cornered her against the wall: “What exactly do you want?”“You're so disobedient. It seems I'll have to find a way to tie you to me forever...” He said mischievously, gently stroking her flat stomach.[The main text has been completed.]

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.”