Outdoor Webcast - Chapter 208

A struggling businessman on the verge of bankruptcy finds himself drunk one night, only to wake up in the past—specifically, in 1943 London, amidst the chaos of World War II.This is an era of both immense danger and unprecedented opportunity. It is a time when the British Empire, once the unrivaled superpower where the sun never set, is finally witnessing the dusk of its dominion. Meanwhile, the United States is rising to claim the mantle of global leadership, reshaping the world's balance of power.This is the era where everything begins—where old rulers step down and new powers rise to take their place. This is the era where Pierre finds himself, an era filled with the kind of opportunity he never had before. A small, precious chance to rise, to become a giant, to seize the throne of power, to become a ruler, a world hegemon.

As a student, Lin Li suddenly owns a system and he expects it to be powerful enough to make his life better. However, unlike systems he has seen in novels, this system is so random.[Quest Triggered!][Quest One: Slay ten Little Demon Heaven Blood Crows that frequently attack and kill villagers around your village.]“How could I find these Crows in a modern society? ”An oblivious mosquito with an annoying buzz flies over and lands on Lin Li's hand.“Snap!”[Killed Little Demon Heaven Blood Crow (1/10).]“Eh?!?!”

Everyone in the world knows that the four schools of touching gold, moving mountains, unloading mountains, and Faqiu have their own strengths. Even if it withers, the fame is too heavy for this doujianghu to hold his head up.

But they don’t know, if the leaders of these four sects gather together, what kind of power will they have.

Wei Chuan came across and awakened the luck system.

All you need to do is get the artifact, kill the evil spirits, and complete the system tasks. You can get luck points, exchange for all kinds of precious blood, endless unique skills…even immortal gods.

The opening is Xuanwu’s precious blood, the overlord’s halberd technique, smashing under the darkness.

Millennium mechanisms, demons and ghosts, smash them with one halberd!

With precious blood in her body, ten thousand spells in her palm, sweeping across ten thousand tombs!

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The biggest mistake of Alicia's life, was trying to commit suicide.

She found herself in the body of a 19 years old princess in exile, in the middle ages.

What's more? She was forced to marry Prince Harold; the infamous white-haired hot tempered Prince who wouldn't mind killing someone for the most irrelevant reason.

Now, her wedding is only a few hours from now and the 'princess', which happens to be Alicia, is supposed to display some 'princessly' skills to the guest.

Quick question: Is twerking allowed in the middle ages?

She knew one thing for sure, the wedding was going to be a disaster and the hot tempered prince was going to kill her before she found her way back home.

God Help Her!

ThatAmazingGirl in collaboration with Miss_Behaviour (The writers of In Love With A Klepto) is bringing you another book.

“THE CURSED PRINCE'S STRANGE BRIDE”

What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the body of a princess in the ancient time?

What's more, he isn't only a werewolf, he is also cursed by the moon goddess.

EXCERPT:

What should she do? She was confused and had no idea what was going on. Weddings in the middle ages was weird! What the hell is 'Virtues recitation'?

Should she pretend to faint? That was the only thought that made sense. So that was what she did.

She slowly collapsed on the ground and heard how everyone began to gasp and exclaim.

Alicia wanted them to take her out of there and then she would find a way to escape. But maybe she was unlucky after all, because when she peeped under her lashes, wondering why no one was coming to carry her out, she saw a golden robe, before the person crouched down in front of her.

She shut her eyes tightly and stilled her breath. She was an actress, after all. She could pull this off flawlessly.

“That was a bad act, my lady.” The deep voice spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

Scary.

“I will only give you three seconds to get up.”

His voice wasn't really threatening, but somehow he commanded fear, especially with the slow and careful way he spoke. She had heard he was bad-tempered. What would he do after the three seconds passed? Would he kill her? Then would she die here? How did he even know she was pretending? Were people in the middle ages usually smart?

She opened one eye to peek at him and saw him staring right at her with a smirk.

THERE WAS NO WAY THE WEDDING WASN'T HAPPENING. SHE WAS SO DEAD!