Imperial Phoenix Rules - Chapter 622 - Snatch

Have you ever wondered what a character in a novel or in a game should be?

Do they eat? Sleep? Do they have their own life when you are not reading or playing?

They do not.

When you are not doing anything, we stay still.

To be fair, think about your own life. Is it different from a game without a system? You can not see behind your back, similar to how a character has to render it in a game.

But at least, you have your own life.

While I have to watch the protagonist of the novel find his way into the pants of the female leads.

This is my destiny.

I'm not jealous. Not at all.

[New Hit Book] The king mysteriously withdraws, and just when everyone breathes a sigh of relief, they are unaware that an unprecedented storm is about to unfold!

〔Congratulations, for mating with a Queen Bee you got a new achievement: ”Not a virgin”! Your reward: “Drone Consort” title.〕‘Hey! I wasn’t a virgin before this, system!’Imagine that you lived a painfully average life, died by a stupid, stupid accident, but a goddess interfered and gave you a second chance in another world.There, you became a consort of a beautiful, big-chested queen, and your only job is to have mind-blowing sex with her so she could have thousands of your adorable daughters. In return, you can live in peace and luxury for the rest of your days.Which means, for about two months. Because I’m a bee. And my queen is also a bee. And bees don’t live for long.The only way to increase my lifespan is to develop my bee colony. A hard task in this huge world filled with dangerous and hungry beasts, other war-hungry insect tribes, and natural disasters.But I have a hundred thousand daughters, some actual brains, and with superior genes given to me by my system, we will be unstoppable!===Note: no NTR, harem, incest, or outright smut.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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