Eternal Bonds: A Journey with the Fated Immortal - Chapter 170

An Yan was forced to resign due to rebelling against the company’s unspoken rules.

In an accident, she not only awakened her female supporting consciousness, but also bound a super powerful beauty system.

Miserable female supporting group? Ah! Why?

She doesn’t believe it anymore, holding the beauty system in her hand, she still can’t walk a bright road!

【Ding! Task 1: Ask the host to sell 100 copies of ancient rose balm. 】

[Ding, the mission is completed! Reward the secret recipe of ‘Lifting Fragrance Bubble Ball’, ask the host to sell 1,000 copies. 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host for achieving the reputation achievement of “emerging”, rewarding the host with a permanent “beautiful figure” waist. 】

[Ding, task 5…]

Netizen 1: My God! What kind of magical product is this? After using rose balm, the skin of the whole body is smooth and tender, it is simply rejuvenating the skin!

Netizen 2: Damn it! Anjia’s beauty products are truly unique, and every beauty product is worth investing in, so Amway!

Netizen 3: What? Anjia’s beauty products are out of stock again? Let’s be individuals, if you can’t buy it again, your girlfriend will become someone else’s.

The sunspots looked contemptuous: A product from a small workshop can whiten skin in a week? Half a month can lose weight? Hair growth in a month? Liar ghosts, only fools are fooled!

Later sunspots: I beg the boss to order more goods!

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An Yan did not expect that after opening the beauty workshop, not only changed the tragic fate of the control group, but also became famous and rich all over the world!

As the man behind the rich woman, a certain professor rolled up his sleeves: What should I cook today?

[Grassroots School Mingyan Internet Celebrity Master vs Academic School Wen Run TCM Professor]

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If mercy and kindness can't save the world, then this time, I choose violence. I was reborn in death, like sin under the blazing sun.——Ethan ColeHuff... What’s going on?There’s a flight attendant with a D-cup sleeping next to me!?Did I really get reborn!?Back to fifteen days before the zombie apocalypse game starts!?[Ding! Congratulations, lucky one! You’ve been granted a one-time chance to be reborn, along with a spatial storage ring!][Ding! Please choose: Join the humans or the zombies?]A cheat ability, and a storage ring!?If I choose to be human, I can stockpile supplies, hang out with different women in a safehouse... Isn’t this the perfect start for a post-apocalyptic hero?“So this time, I choose... zombies!”God: “Idiot!!! If I’d known, I would’ve given this rebirth chance to someone else!”

The Domain Of Gods exists!

For years, Cain searched for ways on his Modern Earth to travel to the world where beings akin to Gods roam about. Nobody believed he could do it, but Cain never gave up.

And after so many arduous years, he finally created the ritual that would transmigrate him to the Domain Of Gods!

When the ritual had actually worked, Cain should've been positively elated. He even managed to transmigrate into the body of a genuine Dragon Prince. But, there was one major problem.

Despite being the grandson of a Dargon God, he had zero cultivation for 18 years of his life!

But, instead of feeling despair or cursing his luck over such a cliche scenario, Cain welcomed this problem with a maddening smile.

Who cares if I have zero cultivation?! I will become a free reign expert no matter the means!

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”