MTL - The Gate Of Good Fortune - Chapter 30 Chasing and dying

Feng Chen, the esteemed head of the Feng Clan, had lived a peaceful life for thirty years since his transmigration. He believed his life would continue as it is—until his 30th birthday, when his System finally arrived!But along with that came the plot for the Main Character.Ling Meiyu: “I can no longer be engaged to Feng Yun. His cultivation is low, and he is unworthy of my Ling family’s status!”Feng Yun: “Today, it’s not you, Ling Meiyu, withdrawing from the engagement. It’s me, Feng Yun, repudiating you! I am divorcing you today!”It seems like my brother is the protagonist!

I’ll give you an opportunity—but not for free.Gates have opened all over Earth, unleashing hordes of monsters from other dimensions. Humanity stands on the brink of extinction, with only ten years left until the end of Earth as it is.With my awakened skills, Record and Time Rabbit’s Luggage, I’ve spent seventy-six lifetimes trudging through these grueling regressions. The repetition ends here, on this Attempt.But it’s unfair if I’m the only one suffering, right? So let’s share the burden.“Ah, don’t sweat it! I’ll give you a good opportunity. For what you’re getting, it’s a bargain, don’t you think?”

A man who had emerged from the world’s most secure prison—God of Death Island, known as a super-powered being called the God of Death, had grown tired of the bloody storms abroad and now, like a hidden dragon, he had returned! But due to an accident, he became the contract husband of a beautiful CEO! From then on, he ruled the city, crushed the petty and wicked, and embarked on the tyrannical journey of an urban legend!

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.”