Unexpected Second Chance at Love - Chapter 809 - Pretty face

In the fifth year of the apocalypse, when it was coming to an end, Sunshine Raine died, killed by her cousin and her fiance. Sunshine only had one wish, if she could go back in time, she would not make the same choices she had made. In this dog eat dog era, she would be the top dog.When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in time, one month before the apocalypse.A few changes had happened, one, she was in bed with Hades Quinn the father of her foolish fiance in her last life. Not just that but they had a marriage certificate!Two, her sister was also reborn and in this life, she had chosen to marry the foolish scummy ex.It made Sunshine his stepmother!! Granted he was adopted by her husband but it was all the same, she was now his mother and her cousin's mother-in-law.Despite the surprises, Sunshine focused on the upcoming weather disasters, monsters in the mist and humans that were more savage than those monsters.With a system in hand and knowledge of what was coming, she used her wealthy husband's money to stockpile, sold the family property and went on to rise again as the apocalypse queen.While her cousin was being starving and suffering with the man that was pretending to be a fool, Sunshine was being pampered and kissed by the male lead.While her sister was being forced to work by the fool, she had three step sons to work for her.As promised, she became top dog.

As a transmigrator turned extraordinary creature of the human race, he found the world to be more colorful than he had imagined.To more easily access everything this new realm had to offer, he first needed a special resume. Then, he had to find the right place in a city perennially shrouded in fog to fill out an application, and the last and most critical step...— was to kill a chicken or catch a mouse.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.