Daily Life in the 70s - Chapter 219: Strike a Deal

Everyone transmigrated to the High Continent and became a Lord to participate in the conquest between Lords from all the other races.
A few lucky Lords would receive Lord Talents.
“Hah! My talent is the Knight’s Hall, a Diamond-Tier Lord Talent! My subjects can job change into a unique warrior class, the Combat Spirit Knight!”
“My Lord Talent is the King of Abyss. I can summon demons to become my subjects!”
“I have a lot of subjects who are scientists! I can create advanced technologies!”
“My Talent allows me to cultivate! I’ll become a celestial!”
Zhou Zhou received a Legendary-Tier Lord Talent — 100% drop rate!
Not only could he see the things he would receive from an enemy, but his enemies would drop all of their loot when they were defeated.
“Watch as I make you drop your Talents!”

In history, the most notorious Holy Knight! Corrupt Light! Holy Sinner! Blasphemer! The Irreverent! Wright has many well-known titles within the Church of the Holy Light.Angel: “The Goddess tells us to guard against fire, theft, and Wright!”Evil God: “Could you stop targeting me alone when you fleece us?”Evil Dragon: “He not only extorted my money but also abducted my precious daughter!”Devil: “Hell is still too kind and pure for Wright to handle!”Yet this man, whom the Goddess of Holy Light considers a thorn in her side, has become the world's most terrifyingly powerful Holy Knight!!Wright: “Do you believe in the light?”

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.