Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades - Chapter 100: The Big Four and the Inconsequential Zeroth

[Congratulations, Host! You have transmigrated to a magical world.]Good![Congratulations, Host! You have received a transmigration gift: SSS-tier identity—Prince of Ilan!]Very Good![Congratulations, Host! You have received a transmigration gift: SSS-tier Gift—Marty Bloodline!][Level-up Speed ×10, All Spell Power ×10]Very Very Good![Generating Bloodline…][0%... 5%... 35%... 42%...]Can’t wait any longer~~~[Warning! Warning! Warning!][World backlash detected! System is about to collapse!][Host, please evade! Host, please evade!]Wait, are you kidding me???[Bang!]And just like that, you transmigrated into a magical world.With the system gone, despite your extraordinary talent, you chose to lay low and survive.The world is vast, but staying alive is the top priority.Years later, a rumor began to spread around you:“Wait… you're telling me that useless prince… has been god rank all along???”

Kim Mu-ryeong is the youngest member of a famous exorcist family. He grew up receiving love from his entire family and was considered a genius. The kind that appears once every hundred years. “Mu-ryeong, let me make a request.” After enrolling in high school, Mu-ryeong began to do simple exorcism work. The apartment’s elevator is acting weird. Someone is having constant nightmares. Even things like getting rid of a stalker or acting as a boyfriend. It was more of a problem-solver job than exorcism, But Mu-ryeong, being someone who helped anybody, There was nothing he couldn’t accept. But even for Mu-ryeong, there was one person he avoided… “Ki Hwan-young?” Tall and handsome with a mysterious, intimidating aura, And known for being impolite and having no friends. One day, Ki Hwan-young came to see Mu-ryeong. “My shoulders feel heavy lately.”

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.”