Beyond the Apocalypse - Chapter 747: Leaving Terra once more (II)

Carlos was an ordinary software engineer on Earth, up until he died and found himself in a fantasy world of dungeons, magic, and adventure. This new world offers many fascinating possibilities, but it's unfortunate that the skills he spent much of his life developing will be useless because they don't have computers.Wait, why does this spell incantation read like a computer program's source code? Magic is programming?Updates weekly on Tuesday.

Lukas was forced out of high school before he could undergo the Awakening Process. His dreams of starting a new life by becoming an Awakened were shattered.Becoming an Awakened with supernatural powers meant being bestowed with riches and all the resources needed to fight off the invading hordes of demonic beasts.Lukas received the Slaughter System instead. With every kill, he was able to grow stronger and gain new abilities.[Ding!][Congratulations on Host’s first slaughter.][Current Slaughter Points: 1/500][Host Level: 1][Please Select New Ability]Soon, he was able to fighting off demonic beasts invading and move up the ranks.

Kim Bo Myung, after graduating from high school years ago was living a below average life as an employee of an entertainment agencies PR department.After getting run over he opened his eyes to see that he was back in the past in the body of a member of an idol group?!He gets a chance to regain his lost dreams and write a new legend in the entertainment world and also get revenge !

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.”