The Hunter’s Lucky Little Lady - Chapter 861 - : Trapped

《The Peter Pan who doesn’t want to grow up, Wang Chao & the Poor and Handsome Cinderella, Xie Zhuxing》

Two plain Jacks, one annoying and one scheming. An idiotic story that might not be sweet.

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Arnold's professional wrestling dream staggered after a long session of distasteful and disappointing losses in his Rising Impact University final-year exam. This exam was what determines every student's future as many strive to succeed, however, Arnold's story was only enlarging the flow of utter misery.With all hope lost after all the hard work and relentless training, Arnold was bathed in shame.However, his life took an unexpected turn when he attained the Pro Wrestling System...[Congratulations, you have been granted the Pro Wrestling System!][The system is unlocking Activity Panel...][Activity Panel unlocked.][You have gained 20 overall attribute points.][Congratulations you have gained a Skill: Neckbuster (S-class).]Just like that, Arnold, with his ring career name “Max Fury”, had his story changed for the better.Now, he only had one ambition in mind.“I, Max Fury, will become the greatest professional wrestler that ever existed!”

A scientist, Duan Yixin, transmigrated into another world. She possessed the body of a sixteen-year-old girl but had not inherited any of her memories. With a broken marriage engagement and no money in her hand, she only wants to earn money peacefully. It's a pity that fate always plays tricks on people.When she thought she could finally live peacefully, she discovered that this world was not as simple as she thought. The man she rescued was the notorious ruthless general, and the woman who stole her ex-fiancé was the female protagonist of this world.She looked up at the sky and asked, “God, are you kidding me?”A few years later, on their wedding night, she stared at him and said seriously, “General, I'm not your white moonlight.”The man lowered his head and whispered in her ear, “Mhm, you are not my white moonlight, you are my life.”

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.