MTL - Ranger King of Azeroth - Chapter 110 alliance conditions

In 2036, mankind landed on the fluorescent Mars for the first time.

In 2052, the first World Budo Tournament will be held, which is also the world’s highest fighting event, and the world is enthusiastic about it.

Xu Jingming, the world’s top player “Gun Demon”, chose to retire when he was twenty-six years old, with an injury left by the competition…

A turbulent new era has begun!

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Not everyone wants to live a life filled with fame, riches, glory, and honor. Some, just want the easy life. To live a life that simply plays itself over and over, with a hint of spice here and there.

[Congratulations to the host for binding the Shenhao check-in system. 】

Sign in and check in to get rewards!

[Successfully signed in on time and obtained one billion assets. 】

[Sign in successfully, get the handsome face of the exiled fairy. 】

[Successfully checked in at Dongshan Villa, and obtained the ownership of Dongshan Villa. 】

…

Ever since the sign-in and clock-in system was bound, Chen Yun was either checking in or on the way to clock in.

From then on, amidst the wild flowers and the worship of the heroes, a brilliant god rose up.

In the world, I am the only one who has the name of a god!

(No vulgar routines, daily funny flow, welcome to watch)

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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.”