The Primal Hunter - Chapter 1077: A Wonderful Place

In front of people, she was an ordinary student who had no background and came out of the county with a playful smile on her lips.

Afterward, she was a business king who had been paving the way for prosperity in China.

Wei Sheng was accidentally reborn in the autumn of 1998 and had to face heavy school work, the cold eyes of her relatives, her parents expectations, and clear class discrimination again.

When re-entering the stage of history, how could she let everything repeat itself?

But she was sad to find that the television station had to take a break every afternoon?

There was no computer or iPad, small books were the paradise of childrens dreams.

Cain was an ordinary boy who loved creative works, especially when it involved anime and games. Suddenly, he found himself in a strange space with an extraterrestrial creature, a cosmic horror called Bishop that he couldn’t explain in words besides scary.Given the authority of a King, he was tasked to create dungeons in the multiverse in order to change his future. He had been turned into the Dungeon Maker. The more known his dungeon was, the stronger he became!Rias: What are you? A Devil?Dante: Now, now. What are you? Wow, I drank too much. Look at her, a sexy devil.Zoro: Where am I? Is that a sea monster? Good, I will bring meat for Luffy.Helldiver: For Democracy!!!All worlds became connected due to the dungeon. However, don’t worry!Everything was under his control.

Bai Yanliang, male, 23 years old, unmarried.Condition improving, good personality shaping, has met the discharge criteria.Today, discharged.

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.”