Dance with the Nightingale - Chapter 43 - 42: Tussle with the pikes.

In her past life, she had no one to rely on and died alone in jail.

But now, she has been reborn, given a second chance.

Got an heirloom.
Activated a mystical Space Dimension.
Studied medicine and became a genius doctor.
Opened a clinic.
Founded a company.
Bought a house and land.
Found her blood relatives.
Her worth became higher and higher.
Her fan club became bigger and bigger.

“Young master, the Zhao family’s young master faked an illness and went to future young miss’s place for treatment. . .” said a servant.

“Break his legs! Fail his organs! A fake illness? I’ll make him sick completely!” A man said.

“Yes! But young master. . . what are you doing?” The servant said, confused.

The man finished swallowing a bunch of expired pills and said, “I’m sick, gotta go find my wife for some treatment!”

Mythological revival, Blue Planet suddenly expanded hundreds of times, countless creatures from ancient myths appeared, dividing territories.Strange beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, apocalyptic beasts from Western mythology, colossal demonic bodies from the deep sea...Xu Zhou traveled to this dangerous parallel world and discovered that he had a clone of a giant rooster.Moreover, he obtained the talent to gain one kilogram every day.This talent continued to upgrade with the evolution of the clone, one hundred kilograms a day, ten thousand kilograms a day...From then on, a Kun with unlimited growth ability started to grow infinitely, gradually evolving into a mythical beast.One thousand jin, ten thousand jin, one hundred thousand jin...Years later.“My current weight is 90 trillion trillion tons, with a punch that can kill a mythical creature.” In the starry sky, Xu Zhou stared at a mythical giant beast in the void, with icy killing intent in his eyes.The next second, the planet-sized body surged suddenly...

I am a female secretary of an overbearing president in a typical dog blood drama text.

The kind of person who doesn’t have a name at the end of the day, and could only be called “secretary”, one who wears a tight fitting black dress and a pair of 10cm high heels every day, running around in front of the president, humbly praying for the president’s attention, and hating the heroine.

In fact, I really don’t. If I like the president, I’ll be struck by lightning.

I’m getting more and more sick of the president lately. Except for the outstanding appearance that the author forced on him, this person is really useless from head to toe, low in EQ, and low in IQ.

A legendary business genius who is all-powerful, but he doesn’t even understand anything, chickens know more than him.

I had to reject all of his unreasonable demands every day, and on the way, teach him relevant knowledge of economic law and finance, and gradually…he became a master.

I’m so tired, I really want to quit my job.

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“Please, I implore you to save the world.” This is what a goddess in white says to me in a pure-white space. Such is the standard line that suggests the game is about to begin. Please say this stirring line to boys and girls with sparkling eyes! It’s wrong to direct it to someone like me, who’s exhausted from job hunting! When I declined her politely, she flew into a fit of tears; when I agreed to assist her on small tasks out of reflex, she proclaimed: “it’ll be fine if you just help in the Starting-Village Arc. Please guide the Hero!” Then she tossed me into another world. No, this is a world modeled after a game that this gamer goddess likes…