After I Transmigrated, the Male Lead Blames Me for Not Loving Him - Chapter 17

Theme: World Creation, Gods, Mixed

Matthias died and became something that he least expected.

”I.. Am God?“

Join Matthias as he travel through galaxies and create all things.

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What would you do if you suddenly gained a power that no mortal man could hope to achieve?

What would you do if all creation suddenly bowed to your power and glory that only lofty Emperors could have?

Heaven and Hell submits to your power, The Immortal Realm fears your existence, The Mortal realm bows before your presence.

Would you like for all the realms to bow and praise even your shadow? All gods to bow before you? The Earthly Kings and Heavenly Rulers to sonorously chant your glorious name?

Or would you like to live the life of mortal men that are doomed to die? Understand poverty and loftiness? Powerfulness and powerlessness? Comprehend knowledge that arrogant gods wouldn't be able to?

Or would you like both?

Join him as he tries to live a life of a True God, Ruler of Creation.

”Are gods the greatest existence in all of the cosmos? No. Why? Gods are only worshipped by mortals who couldn't reach their power. Gods will be powerless in front of true power. They would be powerless in front of me.“

Accidentally, Ye Xiaochen became new generation of Heavenly Farmer (Shen Nong), the treasure in the eyes of deities of three realms.

The main character has been reincarnated, and he possesses a system and a powerful treasure. Using these, he plans to create his own universe. Keep reading to find out more.

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.”