The Damned Demon - Chapter 412 A Promise

Every twenty years, the world of Tower Defense arrives to take away people and make them participate in the survival game. You can get unimaginable rewards if you can win. You can also inflict severe damage to your country if you lose.

Pierce finds himself in this world, and sent to the Tower Defense alone, while other teams have a hundred people.

Fortunately, he awakens golden hint system. Not only can he see useful alerts, he can also discover the fatal weaknesses of his enemies. Every monster he takes down rewards him with top-tier prizes. While the other players are still struggling, he is already swinging his swords to take the lives of gods.

Xiaya reincarnated in the Dragon Ball Universe as a Saiyan 12 years before the destruction of Planet Vegeta. Watch him as he creates the strongest legend of Dragon Ball World from the beginning.

Time travel to the Xianxia game.

Wei Bujuan was forced to spend eight hundred years at the foot of Qingya Mountain.

For eight hundred years, the sky thundered and washed the body.

Qingya Mountain has become a restricted area of ​​life that everyone turns pale upon hearing.

Wei Bujuan has also become a taboo being rumored in the world of cultivating immortals!

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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.”