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Liam Drelavine : No Regrets!

Liam Drelavine lived her life to the fullest. She went to high school with flying colors. She graduated college as a summa cum laude. She was hired at the biggest company in the country. She worked and was promoted as the CEO. She got beauty, brain, wealth, and fame. What else could she wish for in her life? She was happy and contented. She did her best until she died of old age. She knew well she used her life without any regrets. That's why she was shocked when the guardian of the dead lead her to the gates of regrets! I should be in the gate of reincarnation! Why here?! "You cannot reincarnate with so many regrets in your heart. You need to find and fulfill it in these countless worlds. Until you find it, you will not be reincarnated." So like that, she was thrown into the mini-worlds to find out what she regretted to fulfill it. ************ A certain fellow Daoist: You d*mn woman! Don't let me catch you or else! Liam: Or else what? Are you going to use my nemesis against me? Translation for the new readers: Nemesis = Aphrodisiac Our MC had been victimized by her nemesis a couple of times, resulting from a particular Daoist's virginity at risk. Angry Fellow Daoist: You dare mentioned that to my face! Liam: It's not like you didn't enjoy it. Adios! She ran the gate to enter the next world. ****** This is my original story, and English is not my first language. So pardon me for any grammatical errors. Everything in this book is from my own brain world. So, if you don't want to think crazy like me, don't plagiarize! Trust me, you don't want to copy my brain that always loading. XD And yeah, I have my first book, check out To Love You Again--ongoing.

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The Dragon's True Wealth

Rein's golden eyes moved to the host.

"Yes." 

Following that, a bag of moonstones was thrown down to the host. The host immediately caught the bulging bag. Even without counting, he knew by its weight just how many moonstones it contained. 

One hundred fifty moonstones!

One moonstone was the price of the lowest seat and was the minimum fee to be able to participate in the auction. Five moonstones for the middling ones and fifty moonstones for VIP seats. For VVIPs, it was priced one hundred moonstones per cabin. They were the highest priced seats.

The extra fifty moonstones were clearly the extra tip for the staff of the Alliance managing the auction. The host himself has a share.

Despite the initial fear, the host's eyes lit up. Fifty moonstones as tip? So generous!