Damn Reincarnation - Chapter 485: Flame (6)

Anning was controlled by the main god system to be countless side characters and cannon fodder women in numerous lives. One day, she finally broke free from the control of the main god, and thereafter, Anning embarked on a journey to help numerous cannon fodder women fight back and slap the faces of their opposers.New article 'Getting Rich Starting From a Million-Fold Devaluation of the World' is released, please recommend and collect.

The story is about a man who’s opposed to the now-common practice of implanting false memories, but is one day given memories of a fictional childhood friend. This fabricated happiness torments him, but then, to his surprise, he meets her – a girl who shouldn’t exist.

In the dream, Yi Meng will incarnate various non-human beings in the beautiful heavens.

Justice League, the first Doomsday head of Superman’s Kryptonian homeworld. Marvel Universe, Artificial Intelligence of Iron Man’s Daughter. Harry Potter, The Sword of Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

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When the people of the motherland came to reality, they looked up to the sky and laughed maniacally, trying to become the gods of all mankind.

Yi Meng decided not to pretend.

“People from the motherland invaded the real world? Fortunately, I am the Doomsday Superman!”

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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.”