webnovel

My Evil System

Cross is a laborer and helper working in multiple construction sites and stores to pay his bills and food. The pay isn’t much, but he is content with his life. He has a job, a crappy rented apartment, and a girlfriend. But it all shatters when the world changes one day. A strange phenomenon teleports everyone into a world of fantasy, magic, dangerous beasts, and mystifying creatures. Everyone is given abilities, skills, and spells and can level up like in a game. And that’s not all. They are transported in a medieval timeline where technology is nonexistent, and living is harsher than one might expect! When Cross swipes his hand, a screen appears, and the first thing he read. ‖ E V I L S Y S T E M S I D E Q U E S T ‖ * Insult Someone Reward: +100 EXP * Spank a girl’s butt Reward: +1,000 EXP ‖ E N D ‖ ‖ E V I L S Y S T E M M A I N Q U E S T ‖ * Brake up with your girlfriend Rewards: +10,000 EXP Egg (?) ‖ E N D ‖ ---- This story is not like any MMORPG games. Besides the usual Kingdom Wars, quests, and guild wars, there world be 'WORLD CATASTROPHE' events. In short apocalyptic event that the MC and the others must overcome through KINGDOM BUILDING and soon. ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

MiuNovels · Game
Peringkat tidak cukup
236 Chs

The past 1 . . .

[Amara's POV]

 

I was born into the upper echelon class home, and teaching began right after birth. I had the most expensive toys money could buy and over qualified nannies to keep me amused. 

 

I loved my nannies, though. I remembered them still. But when the job ended they left and I never saw them again. For all I knew, their smiles were fake, and they couldn't wait to get away from me. They didn't even message me or came for a visit. 

 

When school began with a kindly teacher and wealthy classmates, we learned through tablets, songs, and recitals. Then I went home to take dinner while mom and dad were on their evening phone call meetings. 

 

Each day blended into the next, and the only thing my parents ever asked me was about my grades. Not my day. Not my feelings.  Not who I was.