Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess! - Chapter 147 - 123 I Lost My Memory

After waking up, everyone will travel through a wasteland world, and the survivors will face various challenges such as acid rain, extreme cold, extreme heat and mutant creatures.Every corner holds unknown dangers, and the survivors have to adapt to this harsh environment. To withstand natural disasters, the survivors must build their own shelters in this dangerous land, stockpile enough water and resources to survive before the disaster strikes.While others struggle daily to gather rotten scraps and fight over limited supplies, fear and desperation slowly spread through the wasteland.Vikram Parker awakened a plant system.While others are scraping for a little bit of food, Vikram can cultivate crops. While survivors reinforce their shelters with fragile wood and broken metal, he grows living walls of vines and sturdy thornwood. His plants can bear fruits, purify water, and gradually transform barren land into fertile soil.As the regional chat fills with panic before every incoming disaster, Vikram calmly harvests fresh vegetables inside his green sanctuary. Looking at the endless cries for help and warnings of starvation, he can’t help but think.Surviving in the apocalypse isn’t that hard.

At the beginning of transmigration, I almost killed my younger brother. If I don’t complete the system tasks, I’ll be electrically punished.Following the system’s instructions, Nantian wen participated in a talent show for trainees.The other girls were singing and dancing…Nantian wen said: “Let me show everyone some brick breaking with bare hands!”

“You’re ours,” Varen whispered, his voice a velvet threat, “and we don’t share unless it’s with each other.”I was never supposed to matter.An omega raised in the shadows, hidden behind my warrior family's shame, I only ever wanted to survive. Maybe, if I was lucky, find love with someone like me— someone quiet. Gentle. Unseen.But the moon had other plans.And under its eerie blue glow, three impossibly powerful, dangerously beautiful Alphas—triplets— claimed me as their mate.Varen. The charming firebrand with a wicked tongue and a sugarcane smile.Kiel. The silent forest poet who sings to wolves and kisses like moonlight.Thorne. The battle-scarred leader who doesn’t believe in fate... yet burns when I walk away.They were meant to lead the pack.I was meant to be nothing.Now I’m caught between them — between chaos and devotion, between savage protection and secret longing. I should have run the night they called me “mate.” But when my bloodline reveals a rare power the world thought extinct, I become the key to a storm that could tear our world apart.Betrayal bleeds through every shadow.My family sold me.My enemies want to own me.And love? It was never supposed to look like this.But maybe fate didn’t get it wrong.Maybe I was never made for one mate.Maybe I was made for them all.

Shen Tang woke up on the way to distribution, and found that the world was very unscientific.

The divine stone descended from the sky, and a hundred kingdoms competed for each other.

Wen condenses the heart, and the export comes true.

Gathering martial arts and courage, splitting mountains and breaking seas.

What she thought was a pretty boy, saying “Hold the gun and jump the horse”, the next second the armor is attached to the body, the spear is in hand, and one person forms an army, and thousands of troops can kill seven in and seven out!

The tuberculosis ghost in her eyes, she said “the stars are scattered all over the world”, the sky is like a round cover, the land is like a chess game, and the formation of troops is easy to come by!

This TM can’t be considered unscientific!

It is clear that the coffin of science has been nailed to death by theology!

And she—

“My lord, there is a severe drought in Beijun, why don’t you cry?”

Shen Tang: “…”

“My lord, Nanzhou flood, why don’t you smile more?”

Shen Tang: “…”

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Looking at the ten bowls of rice that she killed, the pockets that were cleaner than her face, and a group of villagers who were starving for food, harboring malicious intentions and causing trouble all day long, Shen Tang, the village chief who was suspected of being the reincarnation of the rice bucket and a true soul painter, had to give up his beloved He was forced to embark on the road of applying for a job as a prince.

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