The Hitting Zone - Chapter 902: V3 ch137 @ Lincoln HS (2)

This is a book that tells the story of four post-80s girls and their internet startup journey in 2004, filled with toxic motivational tales.Watch how four newbies fresh from the ivory tower step by step better themselves in the internet boom, stand tall alone, and eventually carve out their own space in the predominantly male internet industry, ultimately achieving their life dreams. Change your life through the internet!A work of realism in the niche of invigorating workplace fiction.There are no cheats here, unless you count the protagonist's halo effect!

Villain System: Activated> Alignment: Chaotic EvilObjective: Obey the plot, serve the empire, die like a good villain.Yeah, no thanks.I woke up as Dorian Valen—sadistic noble, arsonist, war criminal, mid-tier villain with a face everyone wants to stab. The story wants me to beg for my life, cough up secrets, and die at sunrise so the hero can get a shiny new power-up. Been there, read that.But I'm not here to follow the script. I'm here to flip the table.I’ll expose the cracks in the empire, dismantle the hero’s halo, weaponize every trope, and corrupt the system that tried to cage me. And if I have to burn the world down to do it?Well… I’ve got the villain system. Might as well make it earn its name.

Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason.

My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone!

No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides

Everyone said death is scary but I say it’s the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation?

Who would want to return to this crazy world?

“It’s not yet time for you to go… You have one more task to accomplish as my host” A voice called out to me.

I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

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“Haven’t I suffered enough? Can’t I just rest?” I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world?

“Don’t you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don’t you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!” The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

“You… Who are you?” I asked with an anxious heart.

My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me.

“Call me Death…”

As soon as Qin Yao opened her eyes, she was transported into the body of an ancient peasant woman from the end of the world.

There are four stepsons at home waiting to be fed.

A bastard who has nothing but good looks is jumping up and down.

The family lives in a thatched hut with not even a grain of rice in the jar. The whole family is as skinny as refugees.

Forget it, there are still people coming to ask for debts!

Qin Yao was angry from the bottom of her heart and kicked her bastard husband out, “Brother who wants to pay debts, please just beat him to death!”

Four stepsons:! ! !

The world is clean, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves and makes a fortune.

She is great at hunting, carrying bags, and killing horse thieves.

It is this kind of land, facing the loess and turning its back to the sky. Even the top strong men who have been struggling in the apocalypse wave their hands repeatedly: I can’t stand it! I really can’t stand it!

Qin Yao scratched his head: In ancient times when agricultural taxes were extremely high, how could we stop farming?

At this time, the lazy husband who was sent to die (twisted and crawled) (struggled to stand up) (screamed and roared): Wife! I think I can still save a little more!

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