Confess System: Picking Up Girls After Girls, Try Not to Get Killed!
【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】 "I can read minds and I understand psychology. I can identify everything and even predict my own death. However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die. The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls. The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes. If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……" --- steady update. 2 chapters per day xD
Robbing the Rich and Giving to Myself
"One, one, one hundred gold coins?!"
Keven cried out in alarm.
Who could give such an astronomical number?!
"Indeed, a hundred gold coins. If you can't produce them, then die here."
The unidentified archer responded emotionlessly.
"W-wait! Let me think! My father is the mayor! He's very wealthy!"
Regardless of whether he could actually produce a hundred gold coins, Keven's priority was to buy time.
Although he himself lacked strength, his family's wealth and influence had granted him exposure to many second and third-tier experts.
Due to his thugs obstructing his view earlier, Keven hadn't seen how the blue flame had been unleashed.
Nevertheless, he surmised it must be magic.
With just a single spell, the archer(or mage?!) had killed two second-tier Professional Mercenaries and seriously injured three others. Such power could only be attributed to third-tier magic.