Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 75 - : Killing the Chicken

Five years after being kidnapped and ens*aved in a city full of Witches, I became the only male Witch in the world!

In the apocalypse, Bai Junjun and her arch-enemy wiped each other out fighting over resources.When she opened her eyes again, she unexpectedly found herself in ancient times.The apocalypse's big shot had turned into a refugee fleeing famine.War, famine, plague, bandits... dangers lurked everywhere.Fortunately, her Special Ability had followed her.The Wood-series Ability was incredibly useful in fleeing war and famine.Facing famine, a flick of her fingers made food grow wildly.Facing plague, by casting a Healing Technique, she became immune to all diseases.Facing bandits... as long as... as long as she aligned with the strongest Seven-Person Team, who would dare to attack?There was just one problem—the leader of the Seven-Person Team was her ex-fiancé, who was one foot in the grave. That was a bit awkward.They used each other for their mutual benefit,She provided food, and he ensured her safety.But... the ex-fiancé was a bit of a glutton, wasn't he?Until an accidental intimate encounter,Bai Junjun suddenly saw a vast Space.Wait a minute!The food that she had grown with her Special Ability... was it all in here?This guy actually had a Space!...They broke off the engagement at the height of prosperity, and they reunited amidst chaos.When both the male and female lead have changed their hearts...Two max-level bosses meet on a narrow path in ancient times, eventually joining forces in a story of internal spiraling competition.

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.”