Confess System: Picking Up Girls After Girls, Try Not to Get Killed! - Chapter 295 Between Life and Death

The abyss invades, leading to the digitization of the world.This isn't a game, but a confrontation between the world and the abyss. Losing means losing our homes, and the defeat of human civilization means its end.There are no winners...at least there never have been before.Lu Heng once again stands at the starting point of the abyss' arrival, resolutely picking up the crystal core, embarking on a path strewn with blood and thorns...The abyss battlefield countdown begins: 3 hours...[Battlefield mode: Desert Escape Killing][Main Quest: Survive three days][Awakened initial talent 'Divine Evolution', breaking the skill level limits and elevating skills to a higher form.]The abyss invades various celestial civilizations, with cyber civilization, dark iron dwarf civilization, elves civilization... appearing in turn.

Fang Ping finally settled an issue after wasting half an hour of his life. He wasn’t dreaming nor acting —for God’s sake, if acting in a movie could restore his youth, then the film crew deserved a trip to heaven immediately!

He died on the wedding of the girl he had a crush on, after a long and successful career. After convincing Yama to send him back to the world, he decides to fix the areas in which his life went wrong. Realizing the lack of love and romance in his past life, he sets out to conquer the hearts of various women.

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.”