The Spider Queen - Chapter 674: The Press Conference Begins

Lu Yao stumbled upon a pixel art game where players take on the role of a God in it, but it didn’t take him long to realize that this game connects players to the many worlds of different dimensions.The [Sacrifice] function in the game will actually allow offered sacrifices to enter his reality, while the [Blessing] function makes it possible for him to offer real life objects into the game.As a Novice God, besides from creating all kinds of natural disasters, he really couldn’t do much in the game.That was until he decided to ignore the cost and reincarnate a beautiful apostle, from then on, the whole gameplay started to change…

Reincarnated as a fox by mistake, Tang Li Xue got a system that can help her evolve and reach Deity hood as her compensation.

An entomologist’s soul transmigrates into a cultivation world, inhabiting the body of a small, obscure cultivator who specializes in insect manipulation. Reborn, he desires only to avoid conflict and quietly develop in a mortal village.Inspired by the “Sun-Moon Heart Sutra,” he creates his own “Ten Absolute Scripture.” Inspired by the “Nine Deaths Divine Art,” he devises the “Purgatory True Demon Technique.” Moved by the “Eternal Life Sutra.” he extrapolates it into a hundred layers.With boundless creativity, extraordinary insight, and unlimited time, he pioneers new techniques, pill formulas, artifact designs, array formations, gu recipes, poison concoctions, and brewing methods—all entirely of his own invention.While others cultivate paths of slaughter, he alone forges and cultivates the path of self creation.

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.”