Goddess's Yuri harem: Chosing the Empress is hard - Chapter 62: Relief - Part 1[R18]

In 2040, The Earth was bathed in powerful radiation when a star went supernova, this radiation granted 50% of humans superhuman abilities but also created a nightmare for them as animals, insects, and carnivorous plants were mutated and became overpowered with intelligence, human started teetering on the brink of survival, a boy with no powers and no father, with a mother in a coma, seems destined for obscurity, but one night changed his life, with a new found hope to cure his mum from the everlasting sleep—Gene Elixir— he went on on a journey that would reshape his destiny...~Voracious Sovereign... Gene Devourer...Pray you won't be devoured by this power you wield which hunger is insatiable~~You call yourself an opportunist... But... you aren't free. A hungry man is not a free man...~

Tang Qing is reborn in 2004, equipped with a banking system. Thus, he shines.He holds the economic lifeline of Africa.He influences the trends in the Middle East.He is the creditor to most of the countries in the world.He is the new policy maker in the global financial order.He is the most powerful boss lurking behind this planet.The US Dollar, no longer the sole dictator of currency, the Euro, let me personally toll the death knell for you.National bankruptcy, debt crises, economic crises, these are all just part of a banker's game. Under the power of money, everything is worthless.This is a story of a strong rising to the top, becoming the premier banker.

Yin Shen’s name is God.

He never thought that one day he would really become a god.

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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.”