I Became a Farmer in Another World - Chapter 1: Summoned to another world

After a long slumber, Zhou Yi wakes up in a wasteland era. He discovers that the new humans, to avoid the daylight supremacy of the Guangna species, only dare to come out at night, meekly whispering in the darkness and scavenging for trash. Exasperated, he questions how humans could have deteriorated to such a state. Lamenting that each generation seems to be worse than the last, Zhou Yi decides to show them the ways of the older generation. Embarking on a quest to transform the wasteland, he aims to rebuild the lost splendor of humanity.

Outdated game streamer Fang Zhou was invited to a romance reality show, but he discovered that out of the five female guests on the show, four were his ex-girlfriends whom he had wronged.He told the pure school beauty: “You’re too innocent, I prefer someone more seductive.”He told the top-tier female star: “Your voice is too high-pitched, I prefer a natural one.”…Facing his abnormal ex-girlfriends, Fang Zhou originally just wanted to keep a low profile, but unexpectedly, the audience started shipping him with his ex-girlfriends.The live broadcast room’s popularity skyrocketed, each episode became explosively popular, and advertisements flooded in.Later, when the ex-girlfriends discovered each other’s identities, he was pressed into a small dark room, looking up at the women’s exquisite faces, and heard them say, “If you don’t behave, we’ll turn you into a specimen, so you’ll never leave us.”Fang Zhou: “I’m doomed, all my wronged ex-girlfriends have turned yandere.”

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.”

The mid-level boss of my company’s AAA-game.