MTL - After Buying Marvel, I Became the King of Hollywood - Chapter 88

Su Li had an accident on the way to redeem the prize, and when she opened her eyes again, she became the fat lady of the Orion in Hejia Village, not to mention a cheap husband, and a pair of twin sons!

The husband looks good, but he doesn’t like to see himself!

Moreover, the conditions of this family are worrying. Although the family is separated, there is still a monthly alimony.

A certain man: Ma’am, you’ve worked hard, I’ll beat your shoulders and rub your legs.

Su Li glanced at him: I heard you don’t want to see me?

A certain man secretly groaned in his heart: Lady, listen to my explanation, it was all a misunderstanding…

- Description from novelbuddy

In the wake of the first wave of shadow creatures, the world was plunged into ruin, a desolate yet enchanted wasteland. Humanity, driven underground, clung to survival while desperately plotting to reclaim their shattered world.But from the abyss of darkness, something miraculous stirred—a mysterious tree, shimmering with ancient power, appeared overnight. It chose only the strongest of heart, those with unbreakable will, gifting them extraordinary abilities. With these powers, humanity rose from the depths, waging war against the shadows.Yet beneath the surface of their heroic deeds lay a hidden rot. Corruption seeped into their ranks, and arrogance clouded their judgment. As their powers grew, so did the whispers of betrayal. The true battle may not be against the creatures lurking in the shadows—but against the darkness festering within their own hearts.A question lingers: When heroes fall, who will rise to take their place?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.