The Incubus System - Chapter 706: You Aren’t About Looks

Several hundred thousand players are trapped in a gritty zombie apocalypse survival game just after game launch. There are hints that deaths in the game might be serving some other terrible purpose in the background of reality…

The main character, Liu Gan, is a quadruple amputee in real life. A quirk in the server code recognized his prosthetic limbs as ‘real limbs’ in game, giving him ‘normal’ arms and legs that nonetheless have the strength and power of steel limbs, and thus far more power than a normal player. With this minor cheat helping him survive the early stages of the game, Liu Gan sets out to find out what exactly is going on, and to endure as long as he can.

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Tame or be Tamed?... How about choosing to Devour the enemy Beasts and Tame the Beast within you?Luel, a 25-year-old guy who suffers from early retirement due to his poor body condition caused by too much working stress at his past jobs, decided to livestream his days of playing the famous VRMMORPG RAIDS ONLINE.It was only supposed to be a pastime, a recreation activity for Luel to gain his confidence to become a part of society once again, and a way to possibly earn some income before his savings reach not just zero but negative as well.However, as Luel became stronger as a player and more popular as a live streamer, he slowly realized and uncovered the truth behind what he thought was just a game.

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.”

This is a brand new story.