Pet Simulator - Chapter 323

Every myth and legend is a path to Godhood!

I, Ichinosuke, failed to get a job for 100 consecutive times. Furthermore, my record is still being updated as unemployed.

On my way to a job interview, I was involved in an accident with a truck and tragically passed away.

And then, a Goddess bestowed upon me the ability to grow at a speed 400 times faster than normal, before sending me to a game-like otherworld.

However, knowing that I would not become stronger even if I continued growing while jobless, I aimed to get a job, but I found out that it was my terrible fate to remain jobless.

As my Growth Cheat and Jobless Cheat existed side-by-side in this otherworld, an adventure record, no doubt certified by the job-placement agency as a harmful book, begins here.

This is a normal Overlord fanfic.The main character, Felix, will later cross over to other universes.In a nutshell, Felix is granted three wishes, which he uses to reincarnate in the world of the Overlord anime. I have an idea to share some pictures in the comments or in the Discort. Of course, life is not all rosy and Felix can do many evil things to get what he wants. Especially in a place like the New World where he'll need such devilry. OP MC, Evil like MC large harem, there will be “some” R-18 scenes in future episodes, but those parts are a long time away.MC will not sleep with every woman he meets in the New World. I only have the legal rights to the characters I create.No Yuri, No Netorare.The pictures of the characters I create are my own. This novel was written through a translator program, if you find any mistakes, please write.

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.”