Died for a Million Times: I can Copy Infinite SSS Talents! - Chapter 35 --Life and Death

Hasami Tatsuro and Yashiki Ai, two ordinary teenagers, experienced an earthquake while on the way home from school.The earthquake cracked space and transported the two to another world.Landing in an unknown forest, the two initially began to grieve. However, unbeknownst to them, a system had installed itself into their bodies, granting them the ability to gain skills and statuses.Hasami Tatsuro obtained the “Level Eater” skill. “Level Eater” allowed the host to devour others’ levels/skills and make it his own.Yashiki Ai obtained the “Valkyrie” skill. “Valkyrie” allowed the host to obtain and use any offensive skills from different classes, without the need to specialize.With their cheat skills and teamwork, they managed to venture out of the forest and explore the new world.This is a story of two ordinary kids.

A Filipino man died in an illness during the latest pandemic and found himself transmigrated in a world of magic, in which he received a dinging sound in his ear.[You have transmigrated in the body of: Nameless: abandoned newborn humanAbandoned what?[God of Undead: ??? Have bestowed you his blessing by giving you the name [ Sophia Demiurge] ]I'm a girl?

Honjou Kaede was invited by her friend, Shiromine Risa to play a VRMMO.

I don’t hate games, but painful things are a little……no, I hate it very, very much.

Eh!…the pain would be reduced if I placed stats on defense power?

Then, the only place where I can place it, is there right? Right?

Solidly fortify everything into defense, now here I come!

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.”