The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride - Chapter 388 Strangely Different

The story is about a a hitman, Who dies because of his own recklessness and transmigrates into a game he used to play after his retirement as a hitman.I'm not gonna spoil any further, but i might answer few of your questions.Is MC overpowered?Nope, he'll become strong over time and all battle he'll fight will be because of his effort and techniques.Is there magic and adventure?Yes! It have both magic like normal isekai with adventure and fighting with monsters and many other things. There are other important things like “Essence Stone” But let's talk about it in the chapters.There will be harem?Not really, He will be in contact with many beautiful female and males but one waifu but i haven't decided yet.All i can say is, give it a try, I'll try my best to make it worth your time.

“How can it be!”

Tang San looked at the unscathed Lu Yuan in shock, and subconsciously said what was in his heart.

“Nothing is impossible.”

Lu Yuan stood there calmly.

If a spatial ability user can’t dodge the most basic physical attack on the spot, he might as well dig a hole and bury himself.

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[Love After Marriage]In order to avoid an arranged marriage, Shen Yin, the young miss of a prominent household, jumped into the water in protest. When she opened her eyes again, she found that the world had become fantastical. Not only was she naked, but she was also lying in a large white tub. Just as she thought she was dead, she was told that she had a child and a husband. She tried to regain her clarity.

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.”