The Novelist Forced to Become Famous - Chapter 18: The Unforgettable Alice

The main character has been reincarnated, and he possesses a system and a powerful treasure. Using these, he plans to create his own universe. Keep reading to find out more.

When he woke up, Rono traveled to the world of pirates.

I thought I could live happily and peacefully.

But the appearance of Tianlong people broke this situation!

Rono, watching his parents being shot to death by Tianlong people!

Under extreme anger, Rono awakened the system and vowed to kill all the Tianlong people!

From then on, a [Extremely Evil One] who specialized in hunting Tianlong people was born!

Wherever Rono went, the Tianlong people shivered!

Admiral?

Two more and I will kill all of you rubbish!

Karp: The Evil One?

He is a monster created by the Tianlong people, and one day the Tianlong people will pay for it!

Roger: 【One Piece】?

Compared with [The Evil One], it’s nothing but a cloud!

Whitebeard: [The strongest man in the world]?

No, no, Rono is the strongest!

Rocks: In terms of killing Tianlong people, Rono is the first, I am second, everyone else is garbage!

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ps: The 2019 new book “Return to Eighteen Boys” is already fat! !

An Feng, a mediocre clerk, obtained super technology and wealth by chance and coincidence. With the ultimate goal of making (cheat) money by manufacturing next-generation man-made diamonds, he traveled across the ocean and dealt with the American people. A series of stories about pursuing dreams, pursuing freedom and changing lives happened.

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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.”