One Piece: The Strongest Trait System - Chapter 171: [] : A Man’s Dream! Plundering Moria’s Fortune!

This is a world that has been captured by the rules of horror.The chosen ones become players and enter mysterious dungeons.In the dungeons, players receive special skills that help them in the game.Bai Liang was also chosen, but his skill is different from the others.【Stubbornness: When you die, you can stubbornly claim that you are not dead and immediately resurrect.】【Lawless Outlaw: You can disobey the rules, and others will not be able to do anything to you.】【Everything for Me: When a mission fails, one player is randomly selected to die in your place. After completing the mission, you receive half of the reward of all survivors.】【Chronograph: After entering the dungeon, time slows down for everyone, and you can move secretly.】【Switch to “Idle” Mode: Activate idle mode, and all your tasks are transferred to other players.】【Quick End: The mission ends automatically, the rest of the players are eliminated.】

I fell in love. Her name was Shirasaka Yukino. I could only look at her from a distance. However one day I heard that she already had a boyfriend. Even if I love her, I can’t have her. The devil sent me an invitation. I can make her mine!

Freely traverse between the city and the abyss, cultivate a demon legion! Command demonic talents!My name is Bai Yan, from that day on... one of my souls possesses two identities.I am a demon! Also a human!When I am good, I benefit the world! When I am evil, there are corpses everywhere!

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.”