Damn, How could my family be so wealthy?! - Chapter 383 - 382: The Best Candidate

[ Warning: Mature content R-18 ]______________________________Ryan loses his sister in accident, however due to supernatural circumstances he wakes up in an Parallel World before the death of his sister.But before meeting his sister the Zombie Outbreak broke all over the world...After killing 10 zombies, Ryan activated the Apocalypse Overlord System. Doesn't this force him to conquer the world and start his own ideal country?So, Ryan conquered all the way, starting from A City, and embarked on the path of a Apocalypse overlord.Want to survive? Call me master first. No matter you are a high-ranking official, a celebrity singer, a policewoman, or a socialite, you are just under the rule of Ryan. If you want to survive, just be a good girl...______________________________[Things to be noted]1. From the title, you should've guessed it already but let me tell you the story will be filled with many sexual adventures. So... you are welcome to enjoy them.....2. However... don't expect MC to have sexual relations with every woman he meets.Important Note: If you enjoy the story then don't forget tovote your GTs, Power stones and also if you can, send some GIFTS too. This poor soul would appreciate it.Happy reading~________________

The world of Nyil, with its monsters, its knights and its mildly sociopathic gods. Come and see! A soul flees and a soul arrives, blessed by luck. Will she survive? Will she thrive? Will she become a calamity? After all, luck is such a fickle thing. ‍

“One Generation Immortal Venerable” Luo Chen was attacked and reborn and returned to Earth.

He is an ordinary person, facing the contempt of his girlfriend, the ridicule of his rivals, the miserable life of his parents, and the threats and provocations of the rich and young.

He vowed to change the injustice of fate, stand on the pinnacle of this world, and tell everyone that Luo Chen had been here.

- Description from MTL

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…