Apocalypse King: I Recruit S-Tier Beauties with My Ruler System - Chapter 10: Unwelcome Guests...

With a sword in hand and wine in tow, he roams the martial world; her slender waist is light as a feather in his palm.The young man strides forward with a long blade slung over his shoulder and a flask at his side, yet the world of martial arts he seeks remains elusive.As the chaotic world book turns a new page, decades of relentless nights in the martial world pass by.Suddenly, he looks back and finds he has already shattered the mortal realm.

It was the best cheat in the vast and ancient world!Its origin could be traced back to Trailokya and it was the highest law!…Three years ago, three living creatures fell from the sky. King Monroe of West Ridge got one of them and he conquered six countries to unite West Ridge.Wu Zhao of the Big Zhou Dynasty in the Southern Wasteland got another one of the living creatures. She dominated all 19 clans there and became the top figure in that region.Owen Bertram also got one of the living creatures. Yet three years had passed and he was still a nobody. Nothing had changed for him.However, he soon realized that the tiny loach that he got three years ago was actually the biggest cheat in the world.Moreover, it led him on a non-stop journey of becoming the biggest winner in life!

Nascent Soul True Monarch failed in his celestial tribulation and returned to his student days.2013, when the mobile internet was just emerging, amidst the surging tides of the era, a cultivator's daily life.

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.”