I Became the Billionaire's Target After Pulling Out From My Marriage - Chapter 57 - : Did You Really Kiss?

Once again, Ye Zhen Zhen had lost her memories. When she opened her eyes once more, arranged in front of her were——

1. A Maternal Grandfather, the Murdered Victim

2. A Large Inheritance

3. A Deeply in Love Fiancé

4. An Overbearing Maternal Uncle and his Wife

5. A Docile Servant

6. The Aloof, Cold, Abstinent Doctor in Charge of the Case

7. A Seemingly Difficult Police Officer

Reincarnated as a detective, Ye Zhen Zhen stared dubiously at them all. Who was the murderer? Was it her? It…?

Only one was the real murderer, but there was far more than just one culprit.

- Description from Novelupdates

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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“My lady, you don't have to use your divine body on him! It's not necessary! Allow me instead!” Morena pleaded.“No, I must... After all, it's my story. I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want.” She laughed, her voice dripping with manipulation.I was just a high school student who loved writing.My entire life revolved around novels. Thousands of stories consumed, countless worlds explored, all building toward one dream: creating my own masterpiece.Then a freak accident killed me, my best friend, and some random boy we'd just met.As I took my last breath, only one regret burned through me: I never got to finish my novel.Everything went dark.When I opened my eyes, I stood before a god. She smiled at me with cruel amusement and offered a deal: complete my story from the inside, as a character that never existed in the original plot.Before I could answer, reality shattered around me.[Ding! You have successfully transmigrated into “The Life of an Evergreen”]'...What?'I wasn't the hero. I wasn't even a villain. I was nobody... a characterI never wrote.But here's the thing about being the author: I know every secret, every twist, every character's deepest fear. I wrote this world with my own hands... which means I know exactly how to break it.“You think you can rewrite your own story?”“I already did once. What's stopping me from doing it again?”If gods want to play games with my creation, then I'll show them what happens when the author steps into his own world. I'll manipulate every character, exploit every plotline, and twist this story until it bends to my will.Because when you know how everything ends, survival becomes child's play.The real question is: how far will I go to finish what I started?===Discord: https://discord.gg/38HTkz2Yw3

{Author Of Old-World Extra}There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died.I went out in the dumbest, most ridiculous way possible; even a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight.But hey, that wasn’t even the weird part. Not by a long shot.For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some “Villain” in a faraway land.Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd “Villain.” And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed.This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar.One that grew into a Seeker, then a Magi, then a Professor, and then...A Sultan.The one ruler of the entire world.Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done.Fate seemed hellbent on ending me, no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up...A Script appeared before my mind’s eye.{Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?}{Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?}{Would you like to become a True King?}{If so, repeat after me…}It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear.“BASSORĀH!”Many paths came together.—This is a story about suffering. Anger. And Forgiveness.Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.