Apocalypse Baby - Chapter 315: Alex vs Malik [2]

After a mental patient committed suicide, he was reborn in Tokyo? My brother is in Neon Lanyun?br> Then, the infinite space called him?

“Conquering the world and becoming the king of the world is just my part-time job. My life only exists to seek interesting things and things.”

“Well… at the moment when life dies, the desire for death and survival is intertwined. It’s really unstoppable!”

“Let me… let me… feel something more interesting!”

By the protagonist of being sick.

PS1:

Do you think this is a brainless and harem-covered anime doujinshi?

Do you think this is a novel that is fun to complain, has no morals, has no lower limit, and only sells cuteness and pretends to be stupid?

Do you think this is a dark and curious, bloody, tyrannical and inhumane killing movement?

Oh ho ho (sinister laugh), don’t be so simple.

PS2: “I don’t want to take medicine!” by the protagonist.

PS3: Newcomers and new books, ask for everything, recommend tickets, collections, rewards, etc.

- Description from novelbuddy

The middle boss of the AAA-class game produced by the company. The villain who dies 999 times out of 1,000 times. Deculein.That person, was me now.“You’re going to die on almost every route.”Deculein, like all villains, inevitably dies.[First and foremost survival goal: Be what the game requires you to be]I’ll have to survive even if it means twisting my fate if I am destined to die.

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.”