When the plot-skips players into the game world - Chapter 1276 - 7 All Things Are Separated by This Blade

Have you ever thought about cheating in real life?That’s exactly what happened to Eryke—one fateful day, while lazing on the couch, his life changed forever.Because he Awakened the SSS-Rank Clone Talent and everything became possible.From Dragon King to Telekinetic Grandmaster, from Heavenly Demon to Jiangshi King to Martial Lord, Book Taming!?...Eryke didn’t just gain power; he became the power itself.With titles stacking like second nature, the world became his playground.“With this broken cheat in my hands, anything is possible!”

This novel is also known as The Demons Beside Me

Chen Zhao can summon demons and see Death.

“Beelzebub, use your Gluttony ability to treat this patient’s anorexia.”

“Raymond, this old man wants to regain his manly function. You know what I mean.”

- Description from Novelupdates

Ophelia von Aubessec, an Empress ruling over millions gets slain.Regressing back to her body 300 years ago, she sets her sights on getting revenge on the forces who had managed to kill her.By using her knowledge of the future, she builds her own Empire, wins back the lovers she lost, and discovers the secrets of the system she had been provided.---------This is a dark novel and IT IS HAREM. However, it may travel more into a polygamous relationship due to the complications of a harem.There are also R18 scenes sprinkled about, so please read responsibly.

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.”