Cultivator With Modern AI - Chapter 504 Shen Huang Ability

I just want to be different, no one can guess what I want to do, the more mysterious the more powerful.

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# savoir

Every time Feng Qi rewrote reality, the future would change.

Having personally witnessed the demise of human civilization 1500 years in the future, Feng Qi, who accidentally obtained the ability to travel to the future, decided to keep restarting the timeline. Through the intelligence he gained from his attempts, he fought to give human civilization a fighting chance.

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The global escape game is here.

The clown with a fire axe hiding in the dark corner, the terrifying smirk of the chainsaw killer in the next room, in the pond… Jason the masked killer who disappeared without a trace, the swarming zombie frenzy…

And what the player has to do is to do everything possible to escape in these dangerous dungeons.

And Li Yan, after crossing over, awakened the survival simulator, which can simulate the process of escaping the copy.

“You were killed with an axe by the clown hiding in the corner…”

“The simulation is over, you work hard and you gain talent – your power is infinite”

“You killed the clown hiding in the corner with one punch…”

“And taking his fire axe, he ran to the next door and beat the chainsaw killer.”

“The Chainsaw Killer has become your horse boy”

One minute on stage, ten years off stage…

after numerous simulations.

Li Yan found out that it was these dungeon NPCs who should really escape…

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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.”