THE VILLAIN'S POV - Chapter 343: The Devil’s Bargain (2)

Revere knowledge, pursue truth, control fire, command frost, manipulate lightning, ride storms, enslave the undead...Spreading ancient prophecies and curses, known as the wizard.“Immortal Phoenix Bloodline + Ancient [Eternal Life] Rune...”“After forty million sunsets, I shall finally attain immortality!”

There are countless parallel worlds beyond what we know. The people who first discovered this secret named it “Yan Fu”. Each world is a different fruit on a tree, and the person who shuttles through different fruits is called “Yanfu Walker”. Yanfu Walker is given different Heritage and trained to complete Yan Fu missions in exchange for rewards.In modern society, the Martial Arts sects have declined one after another, and martial arts prodigy Li Yan suffers from leukemia, making it difficult to survive by opening an audio and video store. One day, a person named MO appeared and took him into the Yan Fu world under the pretext of being able to cure a terminal illness. So “Hejian Skinny Tiger” Li Yan resolutely stepped into the world of Yan Fu, awakened the inheritance of Gu Huo Bird, and embarked on the path of survival in a different world. The truth of the world, Yan Fu’s goals, the secrets of the walking organization, and the ambitions of the rebel organization are far more than that…

“Wait, someone might see.” Charlton said, recalling the glass window.

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.”