Forcing Me to Be a Godly Tycoon, Right? - Chapter 1 - : The Love System Tycoon

Qu Mao, who hadn’t had time to cut his sister out of class and experience the degenerate university life, woke up and found that he had come to a strange and cruel new world, and it seemed that young people from all over the world came to this world together…

The world channel was full of shouts and curses. Except for a tattered lord’s order, everyone didn’t even have a whiteboard novice weapon at the beginning…

But Qu Mao is not worried or in a hurry, because he has a cheating system with him, and he just wants to save some cheating points. With cheating points, he has everything.

Who would want to cheat if they could win by cheating?

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Cado is transported to the Dragon Ball world and unexpectedly awakens the God-Level Choice System.Ding![Saiyan “Raditz” has invaded Earth. Host, please make a choice!][Option 1: Ignore it.Reward: Namekian Bloodline (Grants limb regeneration!)][Option 2: Face Raditz head-on and defeat him.Reward: Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline (Top-tier talent, completely overpowered!)]Without hesitation, Cado picks the second option.Frieza: “How did the mighty emperor of the universe end up as his servant?”Cell: “Damn it! Why did no one warn me that such a monster existed in this timeline?”Beerus: “If he wanted to be a God of Destruction, my position would've been his already.”Grand Priest: “I acknowledge Cado as the strongest!”With unparalleled power, limitless potential, and the ability to reshape the Dragon Ball universe, Cado's journey begins!(Harem only includes 2 women)

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.”