MTL - After Being Marked By the Picked Milk A - Chapter 49 bitter trick

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Zhou Xiaochuan became the emperor of the subjugated country and obtained the sign-in system.

As long as you sign in every day, you can get random rewards.

“Sign in successfully, congratulations on getting the Summoning Card.”

“Sign-in is successful, congratulations on getting the seeds of dynasty luck.”

“Sign in successfully, congratulations on getting 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers…”

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From now on, the gods and demons of all realms will accompany them, and the gods of the gods will follow them, opening up the prosperous era of the dynasty!

“Your Majesty, it’s time for the morning.”

“Wait, I’ll sign one first…”

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Fang Xi transmigrated, and not just once but twice!In the cultivation realm, I was timid and cautious; in another world, I unleashed my full potential!Never did I imagine that after millennia, I would become a powerhouse even within the cultivation world!

Born and raised in a remote village, Sheila entered the Royal Academy dressed as a man to become the knight of her dreams. However, what awaited her there were only characteristic and beautiful aristocrats. She was able to overcome the prejudice and harassment against commoners, and her natural thickheadedness and good-natured attitude allowed her to gradually gain a place in the school.“What? Only nobles have magical powers? But everyone in our village could use spirit magic.”If the spirit arts that shook the country to its very foundations and her gender were discovered, she’ll be instantly kicked out! Sheila’s tightrope-walking dormitory life began!

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.”