Zombie Apocalypse: I Gain Access to In-Game System - Chapter 85: Rescued!

Yang Yan found himself becoming a corpse. But before he could stay for a minute, the lid of his coffin was opened.A stunning face appeared in front of him.Leng Biyue!As the Holy Maiden of the Fairy Maiden Sect, she possessed the quasi-empire bloodline!Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, fell, and landed on Yang Yan's face.His eyes opened!“The Sword Dao Emperor, who was buried for 100,000 years, has come to life once again!”

The day when he turned from a winner in life to a short high school student, Xu Ziran thought: This must be a conspiracy!

But those who can succeed once can of course succeed the second time. Xu Ziran is gearing up to build her business kingdom again. As a result—

[Ding——The host is too far away from the target person, please keep the distance within 100 meters. 】
[Ding——Host, your target character is very sad, please keep it above 50 points of pleasure. 】
[Ding——Host, you need to rest. If you continue to work hard, you will be forced to sleep. 】

I have cat disease! Everyone’s system is to help the host to reach the peak of life, why is her system only causing trouble for her!
In short, a life winner goes back to the past and becomes a life winner again and talks about a love story.

Edible Instructions

1. As usual, things happen in different worlds. If there is a bug, it is normal.
2. 1v1, Wenqing Healing Department X Pseudo Lolita is the winner of life
3. Glittering golden fingers
4. The update time is before twelve o’clock in the evening, and the typos are corrected at other times.
5. Daily growth essay, slow heat

Content tags: rebirth inspirational life sweet text
Search keywords: protagonists: Xu Ziran, Qiu Yurou ┃ supporting roles: Tian Jiaqi, Cheng Haoyan, some classmates ┃ others: rebirth, system, childhood sweethearts, campus life, inspirational struggle

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Chen Sansi traveled back to the chaotic end of a dynasty, thankfully with the hardworking system by his side. He originally wanted to hunt to earn money and someday go to the Martial Arts Hall to learn some basic fist and foot techniques, aspiring just to be an ordinary rich man. Yet, fate had other plans. With officials imposing heavy taxes and the Martial Arts Hall bullying the citizens, he had no choice but to enlist in the army to survive, becoming an archer. From “archery (entry-level),” he worked tirelessly up to “operating a ten thousand weight bow, where arrows cannot be dodged,” taking the heads of enemy generals from a hundred miles away! From “basic soldier’s spear technique,” he worked tirelessly up to “National Guardian Dragon Spear, growing more valiant with each battle,” standing firm with a spear on horseback, alone turning back the Enemy Army of a million! Years later, Chen Sansi, having campaigned in the south and battled in the north, was truly invincible under the heavens, commanding two hundred thousand of the Iron Cavalry. Watching his subordinates forcibly ascend him to the throne and become emperor, he felt quite helpless: ’You... you have really caused me trouble!’

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?