Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting - Chapter 12 Meeting

“From today onwards, you will become the Envoy of one of the Main Gods in the Dimensions of Gods. You will travel from one world to another and through that, you will attain what others will never obtain in their entire life.”

The moment these words echoed in Fang Li’s head, Fang Li’s life was destined to be extraordinary…

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Alex is a cancer patient who dies very young.At the moment of his death, Lust is betrayed by the other deadly sins and is forced to give out a system to a mortal.He blessed Alex with the system and Alex wakes up in a world filled with unnaturally beautiful people, except they’re not people, they’re elves!And he is the finest elf of all!and not just that, but his fiery red eyes seem to make all the women hornyHe quickly goes ahead to sleep with as many beautiful elven women as he can.But too soon, he is introduced into a war that has been brewing for a while when an extremist group of elves decided they want him to be one of them.Follow this story to see how he fights the extremist group named Eclipse and to find out if he manages to win

I despised her. I despised how she schemed to get married to me. I despised her because of her arrogance.

“Li Rui, you don't know how many times I have wished to kill you.”

But all of this was my illusion. Everything was a mysterious trap of lies. A trap that was laid to trap me.

“Rui, I want to protect you from this whole world. I will not ask you to love me.....just don't hate me. Hmm....”

The story of a lover that was never destined to get the girl he loved but his fate led him to her.

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.”