The City of Terror - Chapter 576 - Wrong Rhythm!

Why, seems like I’ve become a haunted portrait.

Jeff, who died while doing his usual daily routine, found himself transmigrated into another world one that was twice the size of Earth.At first, he thought life would be the same. Peaceful. Boring, even. Just another world with different skies and landscapes.But he was wrong. On one fateful night, while he lay in his small room, a sudden ding echoed through the air.It was sharp, clear, and unnatural like something out of a sci-fi film. And then… something appeared before his eyes.[Luck Spin System has finally bind][Congratulation you have gotten a skill: Godly Programming]With this luck finally his dream can finally come true which is making games, seeing that their was no minecraft in this world he decided to recreate it.Then his journey began starting as a programmer, he quickly rose to dominate the digital field, racing field, swimming field, shooting field, combat field, robotics field, hacking field, academic field, business field, gaming field, drone piloting field, artificial intelligence field, engineering field, virtual reality field, and even the military simulation fieldWhat would Jeff do with all these, skill and titles read to find out of course....Thank you for reading, and I hope you’ll continue to support me on my journey as an author.******************************************** DISCLAIMER ********************************************This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, applications, songs, technologies, locations, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously for storytelling purposes.Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real companies, brands, applications (such as ChatGPT, Minecraft, or other well-known services), or any other entities is purely coincidental. All real-world references are included as part of the fictional setting and do not imply any endorsement, association, or ownership by the original creators.The author has no intention to defame, discredit, or infringe upon the rights of any individual, brand, organization, or intellectual property. This story is created solely for entertainment and creative expression, and should not be taken as factual or representative of real-life entities or events.Readers are advised to treat all references in this work as fictional, regardless of name similarities or thematic inspiration.

Shu Shi has been the villain in the book from time to time and had to play by the plot in order to become the protagonist in another book.

According to the plot, he must eventually die under the heroine’s sword.

When he was about to die, Zhan Qingchen stood up with her sword and asked him what his last words were.

Looking at the indifferent beautiful face, Shu Shi, who was lying in a pool of blood, was timid.

He pulled Zhan Qingchen down hard and gave her a forced kiss!

“This is the last time we meet anyway!”

Shu Shi closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Zhan Qingchen hated men so much and now her chastity had been taken away! This kiss was the best revenge for his nemesis!

After this he would be reincarnated and become the real ‘Favored son of heavens!’

But what Shu Shi did not expect was that Zhan Qingchen actually used the treasure to save him from the gates of death!

Now that they were sitting in silence, the atmosphere had become extremely awkward.

Zhan Qingchen: “Explain, why did you kiss me?”

Su Shi: “…”

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.”