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Doomsday Leader Reborn As A High School Girl

After struggling against a horde of zombies for ten years, Su Junxin finally became the safe zone leader. However, right on the day they were due to celebrate the joyous occasion, she accidentally stepped into a wormhole! In the end, she got reborn into the body of a high school student who had the same appearance as Su Junxin and the same name as well. After finally coming to terms with the situation she was in and deciding to face her life one step at a time, countless meddlesome issues and annoying people began to show up. First off, there was the harsh and demanding stepmother—“Hurry up and get these clothes washed, Su Junxin! I haven’t been taking care of you for free!” Next, there was the cruel and b*tchy step sister—“My dear sister, you can’t possibly blame me when you weren’t able to control your boyfriend, can you?” Plus, there was the opportunistic b*tch who was Su Junxin’s best friend—“I ended up winning first place in the Host Competition by luck and took away your prize money… You wouldn’t hold it against me now, would you?” As Su Junxin faced these hateful personas, she calmly raised her hand and snapped her fingers, instantly releasing a spark of electricity. “No matter the case, I’ll just smack these disobedient ‘children’ into shape, and it’ll all be just fine.” Then, she lightly winked and revealed a faint smile on her lips. “If that doesn’t work, I’ll just beat them some more.” Su Junxin was the one with the last laugh as she made those pests serve her respectfully after beating them up. Nonetheless, the person she just could not wrap her head around was the most handsome guy in her school. “Why does he seem so much like the previous leader I killed?”

Yulu · Ficção Científica
Classificações insuficientes
318 Chs

209

"Our most genuine aspect is our capability to create, to conquer, to bear, to change, to love, and our strength to overcome pain and suffering." ——Ben Okri

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Deep in the suburban woods, thorns circle up to the height of a person, faint light seeping out from the gaps. The deep brown thorns are stained with dried blood, bathed in a warm golden hue by the light of a fire.

The burning branches crack in the fire, making a few "pop" sounds.

This sound is very faint, but on such a night, it is eerily loud.

Su Junxin is seated by the fire, her eyes cast down. She looks somewhat disheveled, her shirt and work pants are stained with dirt, and her left cheek is scratched with a thin blood mark, already crusted over.

In her hand is a military knife, its black blade slowly carving on a stick, sharpening one end.