Goddess Collector: Every Hole is a Goal - Chapter 784 - 773

A man is stabbed by a robber on the run after pushing his coworker and his coworker’s new fiance out of the way. As he lays dying, bleeding on the ground, he hears a voice. This voice is strange and interprets his dying regret of being a virgin by giving him the [Great Sage] unique skill! Is he being made fun of ?!

The day when he turned from a winner in life to a short high school student, Xu Ziran thought: This must be a conspiracy!

But those who can succeed once can of course succeed the second time. Xu Ziran is gearing up to build her business kingdom again. As a result—

[Ding——The host is too far away from the target person, please keep the distance within 100 meters. 】
[Ding——Host, your target character is very sad, please keep it above 50 points of pleasure. 】
[Ding——Host, you need to rest. If you continue to work hard, you will be forced to sleep. 】

I have cat disease! Everyone’s system is to help the host to reach the peak of life, why is her system only causing trouble for her!
In short, a life winner goes back to the past and becomes a life winner again and talks about a love story.

Edible Instructions

1. As usual, things happen in different worlds. If there is a bug, it is normal.
2. 1v1, Wenqing Healing Department X Pseudo Lolita is the winner of life
3. Glittering golden fingers
4. The update time is before twelve o’clock in the evening, and the typos are corrected at other times.
5. Daily growth essay, slow heat

Content tags: rebirth inspirational life sweet text
Search keywords: protagonists: Xu Ziran, Qiu Yurou ┃ supporting roles: Tian Jiaqi, Cheng Haoyan, some classmates ┃ others: rebirth, system, childhood sweethearts, campus life, inspirational struggle

- Description from novelbuddy

An ordinary soul from Earth mysteriously transmigrates into One Piece World. What's more, he was presented with a Gift Pack from God.

Follow his journey, from being a slave to an extraordinary existence that everyone fears.

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