The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True - Chapter 475 - 349: That familiar feeling is back!

Commandery Princess Gu Shengyin of Qinghe had died.Her beauty eclipsed Jinghua, and her talents were renowned throughout the world, yet she lost to a woman inferior to her in every aspect.It wasn't until after her death that Gu Shengyin realized she was nothing more than the protagonist of a supporting character's counterattack story, doomed to be cannon fodder for a transmigrated lady……In the pure white space, Gu Shengyin emotionlessly received the memories transmitted to her by the System…...System: “In this day and age, the supporting character must turn over a new leaf, the cannon fodder must counterattack, and the extras must make their presence felt. As the female lead, you are their biggest obstacle.”Gu Shengyin's eyes glinted with cold light. Her smile was stunningly beautiful. “Then let's see: Who, indeed, should be the stumbling block that gets kicked away, and who, in the end, will be the ultimate winner!”Those supporting characters and cannon fodders who wish to eliminate the female lead and rise to the top, have you thought about how you want to die?This story is a sweet romance, 1V1.

Son of the Senior Chancellor, Luo Wei, loved the wrong person in his past life. This mistake caused his entire family to be wiped out, and in the end, he was cast down as a pleasure slave, and died in the wilderness during the depths of winter.

Suo Fei, a veteran NEET has spent three-days and three nights strategizing his way through the highly explicit H danmei game masterpiece “Yalance”. Furthermore, he was able to capture all nine little shous from the nine great races. However, as the final, 10P feast was approaching, he unexpectedly transmigrated. He transmigrated into the real country of Yalance…

Suo Fei: Hey, hey, hey, can you delete these files and let me restart? What the hell did Laozi transmigrate into!

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.