"Holy crap, Rose?"
Inside a luxurious suite in a five-star hotel, Smith opened his eyes and got a fright.
What he saw was the unbelievably beautiful face of Rose.
He quickly looked around.
Sure enough, this was a hotel room.
"How come I ended up in bed with her?"
Smith wanted to massage his severely aching head, only to find his right hand was pinned down by Rose, with his palm incidentally holding on to that soft region.
He instantly froze, cold sweat was pouring from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with panic.
Rose was not only beautiful, but also smart. The number of people who had a crush on her could form a line from the school to the sports field.
In normal circumstances, getting the school beauty supposed to make one boastful.
However, Smith did not have a trace of pride, instead, he was terrified.
Because Rose's father, William, was the richest man in Star City, moreover, he was notoriously overprotective of his daughter.
Anyone who dared to court his daughter would be taught a lesson in humanity.
He remembered a hooligan outside the school once tried to harass Rose, and supposedly, the end result was too horrifying to witness.
If William found out that he had slept with Rose, he would certainly not accept him as a son-in-law! Quite the opposite, his fate might be even worse than that hooligan who harassed Rose.
"Damn, what should we do? Let's scram!"
"Staying one second longer is asking for death!"
With extreme caution, Smith retreated his hand, his gaze fixed intently on Rose's face, fearful of her waking up.
Just when he was about to succeed, Rose suddenly turned over, pressing his hand again and leaving him half suspended off the bed.
Smith dared not move, for fear of waking her up.
A few minutes later.
Smith couldn't hold on anymore, and began to gently pull his hand back.
Just when he was about to succeed, Rose unexpectedly turned over again.
"Damn, forget it, I'm going all in!"
Smith yanked back his hand forcefully, forgetting that half of his body was still hanging off the bed.
The movement was too violent, causing him to fall backward and land heavily on the floor.
The back of his head hit the floor, even though it was wooden, he was seeing stars, and his head was buzzing.
"Humph..."
Smith couldn't help but groan.
Just then, it was as if something in his brain was trying to break free from its cocoon.
The intense headache made Smith feel as if his head was about to explode!
Worried about waking up Rose, he could only clench his teeth tightly, fearing to make a sound.
He wasn't sure how long it had passed before the pain gradually dissipated.
However, many unfamiliar yet familiar memory fragments now filled Smith's mind.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was no longer that of a naive young boy.
Instead, it was a gaze filled with deep, wisened experiences, as though he had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
"Reincarnation through countless lives... is this the final one?"
He murmured to himself, slowly rising from the ground.
He glanced at Rose, who had a large patch of skin exposed outside the blanket, his gaze calm like water.
Just a city's tycoon, in his eyes, was nothing more than an ant.
After all, he was an ancient creature that had experienced countless reincarnations.
Looking down at his own clothes, although a bit wrinkled, they were still intact on his body.
It seemed that he didn't have any substantial relationship with Rose.
Fragments from last night appeared in Smith's mind as he pieced them together.
His expression instantly became severe. Last night, Rose and her two sidekicks got him thoroughly drunk and brought him to this hotel.
However, Smith didn't care too much.
If it was before he awakened the memories of his past ninety-nine lives, this problem might have cost him his life.
But now...
Without saying a word, he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate using "The Heavenly Principle Scripture".
As he conducted the cultivation technique, the world's spiritual energy around him seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand, pouring continuously into his body...
One hour later.
Smith exhales a deep breath, his mouth unwittingly curved into a slight smile.
Each reincarnation made his spirit stronger.
This time, he had reached the first level of Qi Refinement in just an hour. It was incredibly fast!
You must know that in his previous life, when he awakened and started cultivating again, it took him three solid hours to barely reach the first level of Qi Refinement.
Smith was a pitiful creature cursed to live only until the age of twenty-two.
This was already his one hundredth reincarnation.
After each awakening, he was always desperately searching for a way to break the curse.
Until a certain life, when his cultivation realm reached the late Union stage, he had an inexplicably profound intuition:
Only if he could break through the Union stage, pass through the Heavenly Tribulation, and become the legendary immortal, could he completely break the curse within his body.
Unfortunately, in that life, he was too late.
Since that moment, he had been preparing for his ascension to immortality over hundreds of lifetimes, trying to break the curse!
Because he vaguely felt in that lifetime, that if he couldn't break the curse within hundreds of lifetimes, he would be done for, without even a chance of reincarnation.
Suddenly, a stinky odor wafted over.
Smith didn't find it strange, as the process of cultivating qi could always expel some impurities from the body.
At this moment, his whole body was covered in filthy, greasy stuff.
Glancing at the bathroom in his bedroom, he got up and walked in, stripping off his clothes to take a shower.
He also washed his dirty clothes while he was at it.
Just at this moment, faint footstep sounds suddenly echoed.
With a "click", the bathroom door opened.
Rose walked in naked, yawning.
In the blink of an eye, she froze-r—a naked man was standing in the bathroom.
However, she did not scream, she rather looked Smith up and down in a lascivious manner.
Finally, her gaze stopped at a certain part, her face reddened all at once and she cursed inwardly, "So ugly!"
"Have you had enough?" Just then, a cold voice rang out, "If you're done looking, get the hell out!"
Half an hour later, in the bedroom.
After carefully dressing up, Rose's face turned slightly red, and there was a hint of shyness in her eyes.
But in an instant, her eyes were covered with a layer of moisture, and she covered her cheeks, sobbing softly.
Smith watched coldly, remaining silent.
Having awakened the memories of his previous life, how could he be fooled by Rose's mediocre acting.
A long while later...
Rose sensed that something was off. Why isn't he comforting me?
She peeked through her fingers and saw him looking at her with obvious interest, a hint of amusement hidden in his gaze.
Rose was stunned.
Why is he reacting this way?
Immediately, a surge of anger rushed to her heart: "Smith, you've slept with me. How do you plan to be responsible?"
"How do you want me to be responsible?" Smith countered.
"I want you to be my boyfriend!" Rose gritted her teeth and said.
If it hadn't been for him always avoiding her, she wouldn't have had to resort to this strategy.
"Hehe." Smith chuckled lightly.
"What do you mean?"
Rose was infuriated by Smith's chuckle, her tone carrying a hint of annoyance.
"That's enough, I have to leave now, I don't have time to play out this drama with you."
With these words, Smith turned to leave.
Startled, Rose quickly stepped forward and grasped his arm: "Bastard, you can't leave! After what you've done to me, you think you can just walk away scot-free?"
"What happened last night? You know very well. I didn't do anything!"
"You!" Rose was fuming, "You've seen my body and yet you claim innocence? Who gave you such audacity?"
"You've seen mine too. It's a fair game."
After Smith finished, he broke free from her grasp, walked out the door and left.
"Slam!" The door was closed, and Rose stomped her feet in fury in the room.
But in a blink of an eye, she started to laugh, a cunning gleam in her eyes: "Oh Smith, just you wait, there's no escaping from my clutches."
