Transmigrated as the Mother of the Abused Male Lead in a Tragic Novel - Chapter 18: Fish-flavored Shredded Pork

“From my viewpoint, this so-called supreme bastard’s body will serve as a valuable asset to simplify my life.”Dane was a carefree slacker until a deadly virus turned humanity into flesh-eating monsters—his own roommate included. After being devoured, he mysteriously awakens inside a simulated LitRPG world as a hidden extra, far stronger than the protagonist. Gifted with Adaptation and a heavenly beast, he rises through Soul Academy, defying expectations. However, a mysterious hindrance threatens his newfound power, forcing him to fight for survival.‘…One… Two… Three… Wake up!’

Lin Wan regrets her inability to judge people and how she was deceived by a friend, eventually discarded by a worthless man, leading to her ruin and disgrace. She was forced to leave behind a vibrant and courageous person, ending up living a miserable life and facing a bleak old age.Reborn into another life, Lin Wan is determined not to repeat past mistakes. She is set on extinguishing her vain desires and living a truly remarkable life. She has many ambitions.But the most crucial one is: to win back the man who truly loves her once again. She plans to earn money, find him, marry him, and live a happy life together!

A man betrayed by a comrade dies a wretched death as a third rate swordsman. His existence, his life, his emotions are all a nuisance in the eyes of society. But wait… What’s this green skin? Reincarnated as a goblin? Wait, I went back in time as well?

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.”