Cultivation: I Can Reincarnate Into Various Worlds - Chapter 4. Method of Avoiding Tribulation (Request for Follow-up Reading)

【Time Travel + Workplace Competition + No Lazing Around + Ambitious Female Lead】Overachiever Shen Wei traveled through time and found herself as the lowest-ranking maid in the grand residence of the Yan Prince.The Yan Prince held a prestigious position, but his consorts were all content to live dull lives. The noble-born princess consort was as tranquil as a chrysanthemum; the concubine sought a life of monogamy; the reincarnated woman was utterly disillusioned with the Yan Prince and had given up on striving for anything; and the other timid concubines dared not make a move…The queen of workplace competition, Shen Wei, declared: Don’t stop me! I’m going to outwork these unambitious slackers!…The Yan Prince had grown accustomed to the stagnant atmosphere in his harem, until a particularly skilled courtesan appeared.This concubine was stunningly beautiful, adept at both literature and dance, hardworking, and always brought him fresh excitement. The Prince couldn’t help but take a second, then a lifetime-long, look at her.Years later, Shen Wei became the all-powerful Imperial Noble Consort, with children and the emperor’s exclusive favor.Meanwhile, the princess consort remained as tranquil as ever; the concubine was aging and had yet to experience a monogamous life; and the reincarnated woman was still eating simple meals in her modest abode…After half a lifetime of striving, Shen Wei finally reached retirement and revealed her true nature, fully embracing a life of leisure. The retired emperor interjected: “You competed for favor just to retire?”Shen Wei snacked on melon seeds: “What else?”Living is all about retirement!The retired emperor was even more surprised to find, in midlife, that other men were vying for his wife’s affections!

Little Red Riding Hood is ill and has only one more month to live, so she decides to live in a hospice. The attitude of the staff here is very unsatisfactory.

“What kind of service attitude do you have here?” Little Red Riding Hood was angry.

“You’re a dying person, do you still need to care about our attitude?” The Dean.

“What happened to serving the dying people? I spent the money, and I demand the best service from you.” Little Red Riding Hood was angry.

“You’re a dying person, do you still need to care about the serving?” The Dean.

“Can you stop repeating about me dying here and there? Believe it or not, I will complain about you.” Little Red Riding Hood was furious.

“You are a dying person with such a narrow mind.” The Dean.

Little Red Riding Hood cried in anger~~~~

“Congratulations, you have been accepted into our company.” The Dean

Underworld Group’s The Honoring Life branch welcomes you.

What Fortune 500, our headquarters is the underworld…

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The heroine is sick, she is dying, and is admitted to a hospice.

The dean of the hospice handed the heroine a contract and said, “Come on, sign this and this man is yours.”

The heroine signed it. Anyway, I’m dying, so I don’t care about doing anything.

The male protagonist is also sick, and due to the sickness always wants to commit suicide.

Male protagonist: Why every time I commit suicide, there is always a woman to seduce me.

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.