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#SUPERPOWERS
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
#SURVIVAL
#APOCALYPSE
#ABANDONED
#FACESLAPPING
#FUTURE
#CRUSH
#COUNTERATTACK

I'm the Villainess in the Apocalypse

The anticipated engagement party turns into a broken engagement announcement and a notice of expulsion from the house. In one day, Anna lost everything. She accidentally activated a space and took the business’ supplies for revenge. But who would have thought that natural disasters will come? The world is changing and resources become scarce. So, the style of painting changed. When other people are scrambling to find something to eat, Anna was still cooking at home. When other people are fighting for food, Anna was lying on her bed while snacking her favorite chips. When other people are working hard to get some water, Anna was lying on her bathtub comfortably. The relatives came to the door for help. Anna only looked at them coldly and spat out, "Scram!" Her ex fiancé also came, asking for reconciliation and love. Her new man kicked him out of the door and slammed it shut. He then looked at Anna with a pitiful look. "Wife, do you not want me anymore? I'm easy to raise." Anna looked at the puppy like man and pulled him closer with a smile on her face. . . . It was only later she realized that the puppy is actually a big bad wolf... But the goods couldn’t be returned! … Notes: the cover is an AI image. I only edited it a bit.

SoraKeith · Ficção Científica
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602 Chs
#SUPERPOWERS
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
#SURVIVAL
#APOCALYPSE
#ABANDONED
#FACESLAPPING
#FUTURE
#CRUSH
#COUNTERATTACK

175. Strange

After playing with her phone for a bit, Anna put it away.

She helped Dylan to unpack the boxes. First, taking out the table for the living room and then the chairs. There were several of them and they purposely picked those that could be disassembled or folded.

This way, they would save more space when they didn't need it.

"One table, four chairs, one shelves." Anna wiped her sweat once she was done and looked at the better living room, feeling more comfortable. She turned to look at the other boxes, "What do you want to do with the rest of the boxes?"

"There's still a study table, which I plan to put in my room," Dylan replied. "Don't worry, I can do it myself."

Anna had already entered his room when they were children. But after they become teenager and more aware about the differences between boy and girls, they stopped visiting each other's bedroom.

It was not appropriate.