After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1211: Vanessa’s Despair

From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.

Wang Zhong arrived in another world and got caught up in this world’s world war. His cheat ability was an overhead view similar to a real-time strategy game, which allowed him to see the field of vision of his troops! He immediately began micromanaging:“Move the machine gun position five centimeters to the left! Place the anti-tank gun in the woods on the right!”Three years passed like this.Wang Zhong looked at the marshal’s baton in his hand, then at the double-headed eagle flag behind the emperor’s envoy.“There’s an old saying where I come from, ‘Kings and princes, can they be born?’ Do you know this, Envoy?”

A young man in his early twenties, whose life was filled to the brim with misfortune, meets his demise in a tragic way.He was betrayed by his girlfriend and best friend.While he was dying, he regretted how he lived his life and cursed the gods for giving him a life of misfortune.[Warning][All conditions have been met.]Suddenly he hears a mechanical voice, and all the wishes he had in his last moment will become reality through powerful and unique skills.He will wake up again to find himself in a skeleton body.Losing all the memory of when he was still alive in that new world.On his journey, will he recover his lost memory?Or will he turn the page and start a new life as a skeleton?P.S., I'm a new, aspiring writer.This one is my first-ever book. I hope you will enjoy it and help me improve it as well by commenting on it.I would be happy to read constructive and supportive comments.Please support me on my new journey.

A mental patient, or a born policeman?

A peerless genius, or a master of crime?

There are cops who are least like cops, and there are criminals who are least like criminals.

Neither good nor evil is absolute.

It is a grey world we live in.

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