MTL - I Built a Territory in Ancient Times - Chapter 103 Festival

Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear.

A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.

Marcus just used to be a regular old university student but after dying an unfortunate death he now finds himself at the whims of a delusional god.As punishment for his sins (Leaving a 3-star review on a god's novel), Marcus is transported into that novel as Lucius, a crazy rebel leader that wants to destroy society and rebuild it as he sees fit.If that was the end of things then it wouldn't be so bad, but apart from all that Lucius is tasked with the job of capturing the hearts f all the heroines or he will suffer painful and gruesome death!With his back against the wall and life on the line, Lucius must get to work.[Ding! Heroine capture system online!][Steal a kiss from the heroine’s lips- 500LP][Ask the heroine if you can cop a feel- 700 LP][ Spend a hot and steamy night with the heroine- 5000LP]It's not that he wanted to do it, it's just that his life was at stake!He really did not want to NTR the protagonist!

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.”