How a Former Pro Takes Advantage by Doing an Easy Job - Chapter 581

In her last life, she was miserable and ordinary. This time, she got into the fashion and was reborn in another world. She was still the same person… even with the same body and face. What was the point of reincarnation? A childhood companion? He always pulled her hair and made troubles for her? A handsome boy? The boy never looked at her and was 15 years older than her! A prestigious teacher? The teacher spent his days eating and drinking, coaxed, played tricks, and controlled others… Too scary and better run away? No no no, such a challenging life was bound to be wonderful! Now let me take you back to the 70s and live a fast life!

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Inexplicably, there was an app on Jiang Yu’s phone that couldn’t be uninstalled. After a suggestive opening animation loaded, a sentence appeared on the screen: … What is your wish that you most want to realize?
Jiang Yu, who doesn’t believe in ghosts and gods, couldn’t hold back after all, and made a wish for her parents to be resurrected.
Then the screen restarted, and a new line of words was displayed in the center of the phone——
[Welcome to the world where power is paramount. 】
Waking up again, Jiang Yu was in a strange bus, next to a player in the same situation as her, and the announcement sounded in the car: “There is an experienced person among you, please find out his existence.”
This is the beginning of the infinite world full of horror.

In a dungeon, Jiang Yu met Shi Jun, who was the number one ranked S-100% under the alias of “Zhong Yu” disguised as a rookie.
At this time, Shi Jun pretended to be a soft and weak little white flower, while observing Jiang Yu closely.
Her eyes on Jiang Yu were full of interest. Seeing Jiang Yu’s calm, rational, and heart-warming performance, Shi Jun couldn’t help but smile slightly.
No one can live without shame in this infinite world, but this person in front of him is an exception.
While pretending to be afraid, Shi Jun took the other’s hand, while lowering her eyes to hide the smile in her eyes.
Such beautiful roses made her want to pick them, plant them in her own garden, and taste them to her heart’s content.

The infinite world is full of dangers, and even if Jiang Yu has a calm judgment, she still struggles.
But she knew that she could not retreat, otherwise not only would she not be able to realize her wish, she would even die without a place to bury her.
At this moment, a woman with a strong fragrance of flowers found her, and pointedly tapped Jiang Yu’s lips: “Surviving, escaping, and fulfilling wishes are all difficult things for newcomers. If you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces. But-”
“I can protect you, but I only protect one kind of person, Little Rose, do you know what kind of person it is?”

At first, Shi Jun just wanted to pick this rose.
Later, Shi Jun wanted to keep her for a long time and let her bloom in his palm.

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As a princess that could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne gets kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realizes that she’s in over her head.

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

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“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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