Genius Girl - Chapter 233 - Genius 233: Awkward dinner

Arthur Reynolds lived as a quiet, compassionate soul who loved to read and workout in his spare time, sacrificed himself to save his family, trading his own life for theirs.In death, his journey was far from over. Reborn into the mystical world of Sylvara as Raegar Blackwood, he discovers a land teeming with Aether, prestigious magic academies, perilous dungeons, and fearsome monsters.Join Raegar as he learns how to harnass his Fusion Magic to become a legend in the making. Witness him conquer dungeons, win tournements and become the strongest.

“One Generation Immortal Venerable” Luo Chen was attacked and reborn and returned to Earth.

He is an ordinary person, facing the contempt of his girlfriend, the ridicule of his rivals, the miserable life of his parents, and the threats and provocations of the rich and young.

He vowed to change the injustice of fate, stand on the pinnacle of this world, and tell everyone that Luo Chen had been here.

- Description from MTL

“Want to know the meaning of life? Want to live… a real life?” The world changes when you click YES. In God’s dimension, you have to keep getting stronger, keep evolving to survive one horror movie after another. Do you kill everyone in your way to reach the end as a lone king? Or fight along with your comrades and survive through the support of friends? Everything was just for staying alive. Until you find the secret of God’s dimension. Who is the real enemy?

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.”