Genius of a Performing Arts High - Chapter 9.4 - Act 9: Whimsically 4

Chen Xing, the e-sports god who once symbolized an era, accidentally traveled to the world of “Full-time Master” in a certain year after retiring. After leaving the Excellent Era Club, relying on his previous experience and talent, he became a top professional player and embarked on the road to return to the top.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, who will reach the highest peak?

This book is also known as “Kicking Tao Xuan away at the beginning”, “What a coincidence, I’m also a full-time master”, “I became a big boss at the end of the game”, “Xingxin and Jiashi choose one”, “Eleven years full-time, glory is not extinguished”, etc. .

Tags: No Heroine, Possibly Hilarious, The New Version of The Ship You Haven’t Seen

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A high-schooler who loves playing FPS games were reincarnated in the fantasy world. And usually, those who were isekaid were blessed with overpowered magic and a legendary beast. However, our main character is different.Instead of those things, he awakened a shop system where he could purchase American freedom! And since modern guns is as good as magic, he decided to make full use of this ability and make a name for himself in this new world.Fireball? Cute. My M203 grenade launcher makes a bigger boom.Summoned beast? That’s nice, I’ve got a UAV with thermal optics.You can split oceans with magic? Cool. I can erase cities with a nuke.Whatever overpowered spell you’ve got, I’ve got something better.

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.”