Zero no Tsukaima - Volume 17 Chapter 3

Actress Chu Yaoyao was murdered. But she woke up, 20 years later in her timeline, in the body of a notorious 18th-line female star with the same name as her.

A scumbag wants to ban her? The little assistant wants to step on her and take over her fame? The patriarchal family wants to suck her dry? Netizens organized a group to hack her? The most frightening thing is that her figure is out of shape, beyond recognition!

With the Film Empress holding an interstellar red envelope group, none of these are problems.

The bigwigs in the interstellar entertainment industry give out red envelopes every day. As her fans, they only ask the Film Empress to guide their acting skills.

The first step is to lose weight and become beautiful. The second step is to become popular in acting. The third step is to abuse the scum and slap the face. The fourth step is that it’s not bad to fall in love…

The actor next door, what do you think about falling in love?

- Description from Novelupdates

On the day of the wedding, Feng Xi Er laid on top of the ‘Ghost king’, eager to take off his wedding robe. He squinted his eyes, flipped over and switched their positions. He held her dishonest hand and said, coldly, “Miss is so eager to get on This Prince? Are you so desperate?” Feng Xi Er was just desperate to prove something, and once again reached out to take off his mask. The Ghost King smiled evilly, grabbed Feng Xi Er’s wrist and began to remove her robe and say: “Since Miss wants it, This Prince shall satisfy you…”

- Description from Novelupdates

The teenager Long Ao, ten years of silence, was reduced from genius to waste, and was ridiculed and mocked.

Ten years of persistence, ten thousand failures, and finally won mysterious Dragon Seal.

With Primal Chaos Saint Body, cultivation invincible cultivation technique, refining Heaven and Earth, devouring endless stars, sweeping the wasteland! Ask the vast stars, who dares to fight me? Boundless Starry Sky, War God! …

- Description from Uukanshu

Dynasties rise and dynasties fall, like the tide washing the sand.