The Mad Tycoon of Rome - Chapter 9: Spartacus (2)

When necromancers perform a great ritual to summon an undead servant, they bring a powerful vampire into their world. And now, their fate is sealed as food, but for Klaus, this is just the beginning of his adventure. In a cruel world where people will do anything for power and immortality, he is already very strong and immortal, so what's left if not start a family and have fun stepping on arrogant people through the way?

[Complete 1V1 Pure Romance] Zhong Xiaoxiao had transmigrated. When she opened her eyes, she found herself on her wedding night, “You might as well prepare to be a widow.”Before she could understand what was happening, her cheap husband had fled, and she became the vilified and reluctantly married country bride. Life is like a dream, but one must carry on. So what if her reputation was in tatters? Rolling up her sleeves, she set to work with her whole family. When they met again, even if they couldn't get a divorce, acting as a fake married couple was still an option, right? However, as she continued to pretend, she actually fell... [New recommendation “Reborn Husband Tender Wife”]

Chu Zhi crossed the parallel world and became the top streamer in China, with hundreds of thousands of comments on Weibo updates.

Because of playing big names, plagiarizing new songs, hidden marriages, and derailing, a series of small fresh meat that has become a paste.

The start of the day is broken, and fortunately [personality system] does what most stars dare not do, and you can get points and draw the blind box.

So-

“Famous singer-songwriter Chu Zhi has a hangover, seeking inspiration for new songs.”

“Being late to the show and playing big names? No! Artists work and rest differently.”

“Chu Zhi’s unrestrained and unrestrained nature has the style of Wei and Jin celebrities.”

Chu Zhi said: “People are too good at making up their minds for talented people.”

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.