Feng Yu Jiu Tian - Volume 5 Chapter 20

A young surgeon, who is struck by a system, embarks on a bizarre journey of life.

Lu Junxi reborn in a small fishing village in Japan in 1950 and obtained the “Fishery King” system, which can help him detect the location of fish, and every time he fishes, he returns with a full reward. Can help him build the most cattle fishery, aquaculture I am the most hanging!

At this time, the Japanese fishery and ocean fishing have not yet started, and the offshore aquaculture industry has not yet developed. Lu Junxi felt that he wanted to be the owner of the Hokkaido fishery!

“No, wait, there are only five men left in the whole fishing village, who will go fishing with me?” Lu Junxi was dumbfounded.

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Lucas Voss was a normal adult in his late twenties.He doesn't know how or why but he got transmigrated as an extra inside of the novel he read till 5th volume.The problem for Lucas was that his life was in danger as soon as he entered the novel.Why?Because Lucas was transmigrated as the 4th Prince who is an extra and was about to die with an Illness that couldn't be cured.Not only that novel he transmigrated into was 'Cold-Blooded Emperor Rules.'The protagonist of that novel killed every member of the royal palace to become emperor of the empire.How will Lucas survive?Will he die like the extra that he is? or will he fight against fate to survive in this cold-blooded novel and become more than an extra?The only way to know is it read this novel!

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.”