MTL - After Crossing, and Husband Brought Hundreds of Millions of Supplies To Farm - Chapter 148 opening 4

There was no light in the night, save for the sound of war drums and war cries.

The young man listened carefully, it was the sound of his heartbeat and the flow of his blood.

What lay hidden in the darkness ahead? Is it man, god or……a monster?

There was no such thing as the best road, because the journey beneath one’s feet is limitless!

From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.

Su Yang was bound to a ‘Slag Cleansing’ System, each world he went as a slag Shou that was rejected by the Gong. In order to return home as soon as possible, he began to work hard by counter-attacking the people who rejected him.

Later he found that these people who were supposed to have normal attributes going by the script were all abnormal. In the face of this rabid animal, Su Yang was forced to abuse his heart again and again.

This story is also known as:

“I said: I am not that slag, will you still accept me?”

“The day’s when a puttering man is in the world.”

“Insufficient words will open the purgatory/hell mode.”

Tentative Worlds:

The President’s Unfaithful Lover

The Prince’s Escaped Fiancee

Crime Lord’s Undercover Boyfriend

Ghost King’s Grim Student

Emperor’s Confession

Marshal’s Omega Adopted Son

The Zombie Lover

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I am a female secretary of an overbearing president in a typical dog blood drama text.

The kind of person who doesn’t have a name at the end of the day, and could only be called “secretary”, one who wears a tight fitting black dress and a pair of 10cm high heels every day, running around in front of the president, humbly praying for the president’s attention, and hating the heroine.

In fact, I really don’t. If I like the president, I’ll be struck by lightning.

I’m getting more and more sick of the president lately. Except for the outstanding appearance that the author forced on him, this person is really useless from head to toe, low in EQ, and low in IQ.

A legendary business genius who is all-powerful, but he doesn’t even understand anything, chickens know more than him.

I had to reject all of his unreasonable demands every day, and on the way, teach him relevant knowledge of economic law and finance, and gradually…he became a master.

I’m so tired, I really want to quit my job.

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