Rebirth of Spoiled Crown Princess - Chapter 91

When the forgotten past and the mysterious future collide, its up to those stuck in the middle to put a stop to it.Join Stanford “SK” Kirby, a mild-mannered deliveryman and amateur comic book writer, as he fights both the monsters of humanity's past sins and the machinations of their future mistakes.But how is someone this unqualified supposed to do something like that?Why, by creating superheroes, of course!“I have no fear, Operator! For I am here to save the day!”“And I just created a literal knight in shining armor. Alright, let's do this thing. AIM FOR THE DRAGON!”“The mechanical one or the anatomically correct one?”“YES!”

Orion was on his way back home from work.He was hurrying back home to take a nap while planning how he would spend his weekend as well, but while he was lost in thought, a truck suddenly appeared out of nowhere and the last thing he remembered was the truck barreling towards him before everything around him turned dark.However to his surprise, he didn’t feel any pain after having the accident. In fact, he couldn’t see anything.Everything around him seemed dark but when he opened his mouth to speak, he heard the gurgling sounds of a baby.Noticing that the one sounding like a baby was him, Orion tried to open his eyes to know exactly where he was, but when he did, the first thing his eyes fell upon was a stunning beautiful elf, holding him with the most tenderest of care.Not only was she his mother, she was also a queen as well and she had a beautiful sister who adored him just as much as his mother.Aside from this, Orion also noticed he had received a system which allowed him to grow and evolve faster than a normal High Elf but after finding out the huge role his mother played in eradicating the war between all races, Orion vowed to live a happy and fulfilling life with his mother, aunt and a few others he cared a lot about.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

When she woke up again, she found herself become a peasant’s wife…