The Life of Lust Demon - Chapter 53 Game PT-2

Ye Fan traveled through the Naruto world and became a member of the Uchiha family, but he was cast aside by everyone because he didn’t write the wheel eye, and became the god of plague in Konoha Village…

Ye Fan is very confused, I’m a Saiyan, you say I have no bloodline limit?

At the age of three, he fought Uchiha Itachi, and at the age of thirteen, he was invincible to the entire ninja world!

Five Shadows: Crazy!

Do you call this garbage without the boundaries of blood?

Uchiha Madara: My Uchiha clan finally has a master who swept the ninja world, Haxi hot mom tremble!

The Otsutsugi Clan: Damn, who blew up my Moon Moon? !

Six Paths Immortal: It seems that our cultivation path is wrong, Ye Fan’s cultivation method is correct!

(The introduction is weak, please see the text…)

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In the highly anticipated release of the first-ever VRMMO, Yeager found himself mysteriously traveled back in time. He is poised to rise to the summit and achieve the impossible. Armed with years of gaming experience and a wealth of strategic knowledge from the future, Yeager believes he can bring about the miracle of immortality. But just as the game begins, fate takes an unexpected twist as Yeager finds himself transformed into a young woman. In a tale that challenges identity and defies the limits of virtual reality, join Yeager on a mesmerizing journey of self-discovery as he navigate a world of mysteries, battles, and alliances, all while grappling with his newfound femininity.

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.”

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.