MTL - The Pirate Princess Becomes King - Chapter 562 chance encounter

Ji Qingzhou was anthropophobic and foolish. She had no redeeming qualities, except for her face.

Once she transmigrated, she was bound to a Guide System to save the world. She was tasked with capturing Shen Rongyu, the sinister, beautiful, mighty, gloomy villain and Great Shixiong of Xuanyun Sect, and to prevent him from destroying the immortal cultivation world in the future.

Can Ji Qingzhou, who had been single for 20 years, learn how to capture a villain?

Of course not.

She started off terribly, and muddled through the tasks that the system issued.

- Description from Novelupdates

In a world teeming with Titans, Colossals, Gigantic Monsters and Kaiju's, Erian who reincarnated makes his living collecting scraps of low-grade Defective Genetic Serum, realised he transmigrated along with his system.

Follow Erian as he grows to become the strongest Disaster Grade Titan with the help of his Titan System!

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