Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

However, the imperial requirement is that every citizen have one, but not everyone.

Because the cost of personal terminals is not low.

Not much money for the vast majority of the citizens of the Empire, but a huge sum for the families of this backward poor village.

So a lot of people here, they don't have terminals.

Even many little beasts use the terminal of their deceased elders.

Zhao didn't have time to study these things.

She turned on the personal terminal, hacked into the terminal's system with the help of marshmallows, and erased all operating records.

Zhao's goals are very clear.

Contact Carlos.

As Imperial Crown Prince, Carlos' terminal account is open to Imperial citizens.

However, the security level of his terminal account is the highest SSS level and, in order to prevent harassment, all other accounts are not allowed to send private messages to him unless he allows them to do so himself.

Zhao's terminal account certainly doesn't have this privilege either.

But it doesn't matter.

She can hang up.

She has marshmallows.

Soon a private letter was sent to His Royal Highness's personal terminal.

“I am in XX village, XX province of XX planet. ”

A map navigation is also attached.

The man receiving the terminal message is changing at the moment.

The penciled uniform wraps around his beautifully elongated body, the close-fitting garment outlines a sexy, smooth silhouette, and slightly swollen muscles are full of strength.

This is a body that fascinates females.

Looking up, he also had a deep, handsome face, those quiet, hegemonic, dark golden eyes, and when he squeezed and locked a person in, no one could do anything to keep calm.

His long fingers tied to the top of the collar with a button.

He's about to go on a date.

And his unmet fiancée.

Carlos tapped on the personal terminal and saw the message.

His dark golden eyes were flawless.

Next moment.

“Half an hour later, I want all the information on this account.” He gave cold orders to the deputy.

And then, Lahey, delete.

No curiosity.

Azhao's painstaking opportunity to contact Carlos was ignored by his client.

And this party, at this moment, has come to the most romantic couple restaurant known as the Empire Star.

A blonde, red-lipped beauty is lazily sitting in a chair waiting for him.

Arna's been waiting ten minutes.

She's a little bored, but not lonely.

She's been waiting for her fiancé for the last 10 minutes to chat with her lover last night.

It's an animal shaped like a serpent.

In bed, this lover's gift makes her taste of the medulla and want to die.

When she first came to the world, Arnab was a little upset and dissatisfied, and she was a little ostracized about the Orcs.

Soon, however, these exclusions disappeared after she felt that the Orcs were stronger and more satisfying than humans.

She quickly became obsessed with this sensation of excitement.

“Been a long time.” The low voice rang behind her ears.

Arnab glanced.

Anyway, this voice, she gave it a full score.

Moreover, although I have never seen the portrait of my nominal fiancé, the Imperial Crown Prince, often appeared in major news stories.

Arnab understands that His Royal Highness, under any aesthetic angle, is a rare and beautiful man.

She raised a smile in the corner of her lips, all kinds of eyes...

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Eight more!

Tickets!

Good night, big babies.