Global Killing: I Could Plunder Talent - 18 Chapter 18

Kwan Dae-ha.

Crossing into a different world and impersonating the Lord of a city, a city encompassing five hundred miles, an elder sister having celestial beauty, and double digit number of lovers.

Tasked to revive a perilous family, Lanling, a third year university student, felt an overbearing pressure on his shoulders.

Hosting the Demon Star in his body, he can directly devour other people’s force and make it his own, he crossed through with a sole mission: To Utterly Destroy This World!

From being the Lord of Tianshui City, becoming the Queen’s husband, to being the World Destroying Demonic Emperor, he became the King of the entire world.

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Michael was suddenly reborn into a another world by a God because of an accidental death. To make up for this fact, the God gave him another life in a fantasy world of swords, magic, and monsters.Unfortunately, it turned out that the world he was reborn into was still stuck in the medieval times. It didn't have electricity, it didn't have proper plumbing, and it didn't have any technology that he was so used to back in his old world.But thanks to the God's blessing and an AI assistant called ChatJK1, he was given the power to MAKE his life comfortable. Slowly, Michael transforms this new world into a place even better than his previous one by taking ideas from the modern world and putting it in this world, with the added bonus of magic.

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.”