I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 971: Toddler

Synopsis: I have joined a harem warrior's party in search of magical ingredients. But why does the warrior keep talking to me? ______________________ Reiew: The protagonist, who goes by the name Louis, joins a hero's party to gather magical ingredients. The party, made up of heroes who admire the main hero, initially sees Louis as a competitor. However, Louis has no interest in becoming a heroine or pursuing a romantic relationship with the hero. Instead, Louis plans to support the heroes and ensure they stay together, but finds herself constantly misunderstood as a rival. Louis’s quirky and endearing traits lead to humorous interactions with the hero's party as she tries to prove she’s not interested in romance​.

Ban Yu-won can understand all the languages in existence. He was able to translate every language, modify it.

As a child, when Ban Yu-won first learned about the existence of the fictional building called the Tower of Babel in the Bible, his respectable grandfather told him it was their ancestors who built it.

“The Tower of Babel was completed without collapse, and people have the wrong idea.”

One day, out of the blue, the Union Academy practical exam began. Finding traces of his ancestors at the academy, Ban Yu-won decides to enroll in the academy full of monsters.

Tang Han, a junior student of medical university, obtained the inheritance of the ancient Xuanmen medicine king door from the ancestral black ring.

From then on he became a doctor.

He beat ghosts and demons, won countless beauties’ favor, and became the divine doctor King.

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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.”