I’ll Quit as The Empress - Chapter 115: Tea Party

“The Fortune Dice has found its host. Initiating change in world setting”Wang Hao obtains a weird dice by accident and transmigrates to a parallel world where everything in the entertainment industry is completely different.There are six fortune attributes on the dice, Extremely Unlucky, Unlucky, Normal, Lucky, Extremely Lucky and Divine Luck, each lasting up to 24 hours.“Rattle —” Wang Hao closes his eyes and throws the dice on the table. When it finally stops spinning, he takes a closer look and immediately lets out a gasp!Staring at the top side of the Fortune Dice, Wang Hao has no idea what the future holds for him...

Chu Qiao was known as Agent 005 within the Secret Service’s 11th Division in her former life. She was locked up in the Secret Service’s prison as she was framed. After she successfully broke out from prison, she sacrificed her life bravely to preserve the Secret Service by defusing a bomb meant to wipe them out.

Rihannan Alessin, a queen rotting in prison.

Despaired and without hope, she drank poison and died. But… unbeknownst to her, the deity gave her a second chance at life. She was twelve again. And this time, she would live life differently.

Six years later, she chooses to become Arundell’s queen…

“If you’re asking me to step down from the marriage proposal, I can’t.”

“Marry me and let us divorce after a year.”

And this time, the time limit of their marriage would last a year.

A husband she knew who was different than before… she tried not to love him again, but each time, her heart kept shaking.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.