The World After the Bad Ending - Chapter 8: The Bashful Vice President

All Raven ever wanted was a chance — to go to college, make friends, be loved, and live like any other girl her age. But dreams, it seemed, weren’t meant for people like her.As a scholarship student at an elite university built for the wealthy and privileged, Raven's life quickly spiraled into a nightmare. Surrounded by cruelty and entitlement, she became the perfect target. Their relentless torment stripped her of everything — her dignity, her hope, her will to live. She bore it all in silence, blaming herself even for the tragedy that tore her family apart. Despair led her to the edge of suicide, but fate had other plans.Ten years later, those same bullies, now living lavish lives of success and luxury, had long forgotten the girl they destroyed. But Raven hadn’t forgotten them — not one bit.With scars that ran deep and a heart hardened by pain, she returned — no longer the fragile girl they once broke. One by one, she would visit her tormentors, delivering her own brand of justice and making them learn that every cruel action has a consequence.Because this time, Raven isn’t the victim.She’s the reckoning!

A playboy who slept with woman and cucked many husbands was reincarnated in the Cultivation world with a Dual Cultivation System, that gives him points to screw women which he uses to become strongWhat kind of chaos will he cause in the Cultivation world!!!???

My name is Jiang Li. I didn’t see Goldfinger when I crossed over. I have worked hard to reach the Mahayana stage. Now a system pops up, saying that it can help me counterattack, and let me counterattack from a small Qi training stage to become the number one in the cultivation world. one person.

Brother System, you came out late. I, Jiang Li, the contemporary Emperor, Kyushu Gongzun, is already the number one person in the cultivation world.

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”