Reincarnated: Vive La France - Chapter 233: Annual Budget - I

In the wake of the first wave of shadow creatures, the world was plunged into ruin, a desolate yet enchanted wasteland. Humanity, driven underground, clung to survival while desperately plotting to reclaim their shattered world.But from the abyss of darkness, something miraculous stirred—a mysterious tree, shimmering with ancient power, appeared overnight. It chose only the strongest of heart, those with unbreakable will, gifting them extraordinary abilities. With these powers, humanity rose from the depths, waging war against the shadows.Yet beneath the surface of their heroic deeds lay a hidden rot. Corruption seeped into their ranks, and arrogance clouded their judgment. As their powers grew, so did the whispers of betrayal. The true battle may not be against the creatures lurking in the shadows—but against the darkness festering within their own hearts.A question lingers: When heroes fall, who will rise to take their place?

The world ended.Zombies and monsters rose. Cities crumbled.And Merek? He woke up in the apocalypse with a job that lets him create armor for lingering souls—spirits without bodies, desperate for purpose.Turns out, the dead don’t rest easy. Some are angry. Some vengeful. Others? Just lost. When Merek binds them into steel warframes, they don’t just fight... they evolve.Now, he leads a legion of the undead—ghosts in armor, bound to him by oath and fate.Faction leaders call him mad. Warlords want him dead. And God? If He’s watching, He’s not talking.Merek was supposed to die with everyone else.Instead, he got a support type job no one’s heard of... and a shot at rewriting his pathetic Earth-life.In this world, only the fittest survive.And Merek? He’s got undeads in steel at his side.

The challenges a female cultivator had to overcome on her life journey were countless.

After sleeping for 10,000 years, the god-level small Ancestor woke up.She unexpectedly became a fool with the IQ of a three-and-a-half-year-old, heading to the college entrance exam hall, and everyone was waiting for her to make a fool of herself!The small Ancestor smiled slightly: “Very good, great wisdom appears foolish.”Casually, she achieved a “god-like” score that shocked the entire internet.Looking around her side, either there are Bosses of Ma Jia or they are Jinli little cuties, and everyone wants to desperately grind her into the ground with underhanded tricks!The small Ancestor smiled slightly: “Very good, my craftsmanship in creating people is still present. For those who grew crooked, just a little pinch to remake them should suffice.”The Bosses of Ma Jia can't hide their little bodies under their disguises, trembling!After casually remaking the defective products, she turned around and was immediately photographed sharing a bed with the Empire's unspeakable Mr. Bo, instantly shattering the hearts of girls around the world!The small Ancestor pondered slightly: “Something... seems amiss, I was just occasionally craving his body... his Spiritual Energy, you may carry on.”Several days later.A certain charming man personally delivered a marriage certificate to her residence: “I heard you crave Mr. Bo's body...?”#Reverse-plot small Ancestor VS abstinent domineering strongman #