Kiss Me if You Can - Chapter 17Vol 1.

Leaning against the attic window, Luo Manman was on the verge of falling.

Her long hair obscured her expressions. With an innately ugly face, even her best efforts could hardly make her figure remotely normal.

Just as she was somewhat inclined to end it all.

[Would you like a better appearance? In exchange for a different life?] A voice named Pandora sounded in her ears.

Luo Manman quirked her lips into a faint smile and gave an unexpected reply: I don’t want it.

[…..]

After Pandora offered her one benefit after another, Luo Manman agreed to this game of life.

Pretending to breathe with difficulty

Starting to peddle composure

The already filthy viscera

Buried under the striking appearance

Was the new life of this skin really a salvation?

Or a cover up of a thrilling sin?

A story about the intersection of skin and destiny unfolded…

In North America, there are many paths to power and wealth. Hawke plunged into Los Angeles and chose the entertainment and media industry. The media is like the sun, not only showing the bright side. Every word and every picture that appears in the media is carefully designed to guide public opinion and manipulate the public.Unofficial translation of 洛杉矶之狼 by 白色十三号

Seeing the cause of justice, the student Ning Tianlin, who was strangled, accidentally gained a combat system in the local government and returned to Yang.

What the hell, your fighting power is only fifty, then you still pretend to be me! I’m sorry to tell you 10,000 points of combat power!

What are you doing, have you been boiled down, trained in martial arts, and practiced iron gear? The fighting power is five hundred? That has something to do with me, I won’t tell you, the clothes I wear, but combat equipment! Just a single underwear, can add a thousand fighting power to me!

Hey, why do you say my combat power has increased so fast? Can I tell you that if I step on an ant and destroy a cockroach, can I increase my combat effectiveness?

- Description from uukanshu

I possessed a character with an intelligence of 100 in a classic medieval fantasy land-grabbing game. An intelligence score of 100. That meant my predictions were always accurate. However, since I was physically weak and didn’t quite understand why that was the case, I thought it best to just live quietly. But then… leaders who began to recognize my ability started to become obsessed with me.