Eternal Thief - Chapter 65: Element Qi

Gu Xiaocong never thought she’d reincarnate in the present timeline after transmigrating to the ancient past for twenty-four years! In her previous life, Gu Xiaocong grew up in the countryside with parents who didn’t love her. When they heard that their neighbor’s daughter was working outside and making money, they forced her to quit school and participate in a reality show in exchange for seven hundred dollars.

Gu Xiaocong’s life changed because of this show. The participants of the show were all ordinary folks. The content of the livestreams was to show the difference between girls who grew up in the countryside and girls who grew up in the city. The program team edited the show with ill intentions so Gu Xiaocong would be labeled as the ‘uncultured hillbilly’. She would then become the victim of cyberbullying.

Three years later, Gu Xiaocong’s biological parents found her. Only then did she realize that her original parents were human traffickers. They swapped Gu Xiaocong with their own daughter so that the latter could have a good life. Meanwhile, the girl from the city, Gu Xiaocong’s polar opposite on the show, was actually the human trafficker’s biological daughter. The masterminds who caused her to become the victim of cyberbullying turned out to be her birth parents! However, they didn’t feel guilty at all. They still sided with the fake young lady they raised. They believed the fake young lady was innocent, and they constantly picked on Gu Xiaocong for going against the fake young lady.

Gu Xiaocong finally broke down from the torture day after day, and she ended her life by jumping off the balcony. To her surprise, she transmigrated to the ancient past. She relied on her own capabilities to transform from an ordinary citizen to an empress. That place was like home to her.

However, to her surprise, she reincarnated in her original world one day. Gu Xiaocong decided to turn the tables by sending her adoptive parents to prison. She wanted to accomplish all her previous goals and make her biological parents regret their decision!

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The little sweet omegas get weak at the sight of him.

Pei Yutu disdains: What’s so good about this f*cking little white guy?

Later, Pei Yutu discovers Ping Mo’s little secret; He is an omega, a rare Therian omega!

Big Pei pressed the man into the toilet stall, his teeth gently crushed his glands, looked at the flushed drill sergeant, squeezed the tail behind him, and laughed, “Damn! You’re so good everywhere!”

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SSR-ranked killer Mu Hui died in an explosion, only waking up to find herself transmigrated into the body of a vicious female supporting character in a book.

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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