Zombie Sister Strategy - Chapter 1198: Don't Touch Me!

When Astrid transmigrated into the fantasy webnovel she once read, she found herself in the shoes of the story's most hated villainess, a character destined for a tragic end.According to the original plot, the Main Protagonist is hell-bent on killing her at all costs, her cunning step-sister schemes to throw her into the dungeon and usurp the throne at the first opportunity, and even her loyal caretaker has abandoned her.With enemies on all sides and time running out, Astrid realizes her fate is sealed unless she takes matters into her own hands.Determined to survive, Astrid decides to fight back, but as she begins to navigate this world, something feels... off. Why is the Main Protagonist, now showing her unexpected kindness? Why is her step-sister, who should be plotting her downfall, suddenly seeking her favor?••••••It's a yuri harem novel.

Young genius Ren Zhong, suffering from a terminal illness, chooses the human cryonics project. Upon awakening, he finds himself in a desolate wilderness, beneath a gigantic blue sun and a duo of silver-white moons. On this unfamiliar planet, relying on the resurrection to rewind time and accumulate experience, Ren Zhong is determined to become a warrior. After experiencing betrayal, being wanted, and judged, he resolves to rebel against this unjust world and establish a new world order through war.Compress infinite time into a moment; anything can happen.Rising from insignificance, walking the seams of time, reversing billions of years of enslavement.This is the story of an immortal man and his comrades breaking the shackles of fate.

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.”