God Level Demon - Chapter 8 - Sooner or Later, Somebody will Mop the Floor with Him

Ordinary Version:When a scientific researcher travels to a world that seeks the truth of the universe through scientific methods...Wang Qi: Our motto is—master mathematics, physics, and chemistry, and you won't be afraid of pursuing immortality!Discovery Channel Version:Why is 'Heavenly Calculation Atlas' related to the theory of evolution?What is the connection between the Mysterious Uncertainty Cloud Sword and probability cloud?How do cultivators build an immortality atomic bomb?How is quantum mechanics represented in cultivation?Why are the supreme experts from thousands of years ago and today's ring grandpa judged as 'misleading the youth' and 'useless'?What is the connection between Quantum Venerable Master Bao'er, Daoist Hei Senbao of Uncertainty, and Taiyi Heavenly Venerable Ai Citan with great scientists like Bohr, Heisenberg, and Einstein?Let's follow the host, oh no, the protagonist Wang Qi, as we enter today's 'Exploring Immortality Cultivation' and uncover the secrets of scientific cultivation.

In a world where omegas are at the top of the social hierarchy, Lee Jiyeon, a female chef from the 21st century, finds herself transmigrated into the body of a poor Alpha girl in a world ruled by omegaverse dynamics.Upon awakening, Jiyeon discovers she has not only inherited the Alpha body but also a marriage contract with the tyrant Yura, making matters more complicated.In this new world, Jiyeon's culinary skills are not just a passion but a valuable asset. She gains a Culinary System that helps her rise from rags to riches.

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.”