Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon - Chapter 1114: Job Opportunity

I fervently critiqued the development of a Sherlock Holmes-based mystery gal game.Villain Maker: Fulfilling the probability of Professor Moriarty’s appearance.Love-Hate Relationship: Becoming ‘that man’ for Holmes.Lady of London: Completing one sham marriage with Watson.Freeze: Receiving a confession from Inspector Lestrade.Phantom Thief’s Treasure: Getting kidnapped by the Phantom Thief Lupin.In doing so, become this twisted world’s very probability.Best wishes, Mr. Isaac Adler.I’m screwed.

Frank, a mercenary known for his cold ruthlessness, decides it’s time to leave the bloody world of the underworld behind. But the underworld has no plans of letting him go. Relentless enemies from his violent past keep hunting him, and eventually, they succeed—Frank is killed.But fate has other plans. Instead of staying dead, he is mysteriously reincarnated into the body of a cop in a world filled with crime, corruption, and dark secrets. With the help of a strange, all-knowing system, Frank is given the chance to live again—this time, to prevent crime before it happens.

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*Lemons? - In excess!!!*

*V's? - Of course yes!!*

*Plot? - Divine!!

[Stop right here cultured bros and sis. Hope you are skillful with holding your phone in one hand? Because I bet ya, you'll need to, lol]...

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“Put some pants on, your d**k is staring at me” the lady in white heavenly transparent attire said to Alex. Alex looked around trying to figure out if truly this was heaven and if he had died. He wasn't all too sad about it because at the end, if heaven had naked women walking around, then it did live up to the hype.

“You are dead but it's a bit complicated. You see, I know a way you can go back, but I can't guarantee you'd get what you want. Do you want to go through with being reborn?” The lady with the alluring body said to Alex. With every word escaping her kissable lips, Alex listened with keen attention. Of course he would, for all he knew, he was basically staring at a god's p*ssy. That alone had beat all the accomplishments of his life time.

“Yes, I'll do it,” Alex agreed to being a subject of the lady's experiment knowing fully well it could be the end of him.

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Alex Riley, a man in his late thirties whose life changed into a nightmare when he caught his wife cheating with his boss. Frustrated, Alex left his apartment but little did he know he was living his life behind as a terrible accident occurred that lead to his boss and wife dying.

Alex is pinned down for the death of the two. Alex now having spent about a lifetime in prison finally decides to give into the charms of his prison Warden, Brenda.

Brenda had chased Alex for years but finally, she got hold of him. Now engaged in the act with Brenda or as he was about to, Alex discovered Brenda might be too much for him.

Alex died a pitiful and ridiculous death. His whole life ended in a flash as he found himself drifting away from Brenda's unrestrained bouncing on him.

But second chance awaits Alex and he looks to make good use of it.

Now reborn in a new world, Alex finds himself starting over. A new start..a very very different world from the one he knew before.

However, Alex runs into the impossible.

Alex finds himself in a squabble with a god, the lust god.

And of course Alex was defeated but not just that. The lust got made Alex his herald.

Now blessed with a system by the lust god, Alex is tasked with the heavy burden of collecting wives.

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