I Reincarnated During the Apocalypse and Killed My Enemies - Chapter 114 - : The Ability to Communicate with Animals

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My name is Mike Tyson. I was a normal dude that had an abnormal death. I was lucky enough to get reincarnated in another world.

This is earth, but alternate earth or real? I don't know. But I know that I was born with the fate of a protagonist. Unsuccessful in awakening my innate talent, I spend two years in my middle-school.

But this year, everything changed. I awakened something, and not just an innate ability but also a unique ability. That was the true start of my life.

A life that I feared became reality. My fate was in my hand, but the fate of my little dragon was in the hands of the system. Spreading the legs of women in bed, I found a new way to gain strength.

Heavenly Maidens, Supreme Fairies, shave that cave of yours. My little dragon will fly from one cave to another until it meets the destined cave.

Embracing the power given to me, I let the beast inside of my soul go wild. I was no longer restricted by anyone or anything.

The title does not represent me, I represent the title. Spreading the legs of hundred women, I will ascend to that title and become the one and only 'God of Sex'.

Standing in front of a creature with a dark face and red scales, I broadened my chest and asked “I have talent, looks, money, women, power, and little brother. What gives you the confidence to challenge me?”

Every little detail including name, identity, is fictional. They might be relatable but please don't relate them.

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(Read this book if you want to increase the size of your little brother)

"To be a star is to own the world and all the people in it."
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Two years ago, Aiden came to the United States to experience the American Dream. But after sleepless nights of struggle, just when he was on the verge of giving up, a translucent screen flashed in front of him - it was a System!

A System that would make him embark on a journey to Hollywood. And today, he takes his first step by mesmerising the world through his singing!

So come and join him, for his journey, has just begun.

Singing? I'm the best at it.
Acting? I have Oscars lying around in my bathroom; you can practice your acceptance with it.
Movie Direction? They call me the king of the box office.
Novel Writing? Two words: Best Seller.

From creating the highest-selling music album to becoming the world's most famous superhero - Aiden will do everything to write his own legend.

--- All the songs and movie scripts in this book will be Original, and I'll be the one writing them. ---
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In the 21st century, she was the outstanding world renowned darling of the field of archeology. Then, she transmigrated and became Jinjiang city’s Ji Family’ Third Miss, a small malnourished girl who starved to death. She was unfavored by her father and treated like air by the rest. Therefore, just to earn money and feed herself she had to return to her old profession – being a forensic anthropologist.

With a pair of dextrous hands, she stroked and examined those clickety white bones to solve old and dusty unresolved cases.

He was a handsome cold prince. Just to see the beauty smile, he would not hesitate to throw away his moral principles and repeatedly flirt with her.

In the end, he only received a supercilious look from her, as she declared “Prince, one touch is a 1,000 taels.”

“Then, this prince will give you 10,000 taels for a kiss!”

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.”