MTL - After Marrying the Villain, I Became Popular - Chapter 37 I have to suspect that you are in love with me.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]

In a bizarre twist of fate, Damien, an ordinary man from our world, finds himself inexplicably transported to a medieval fantasy realm. But this is not a simple tale of displacement; Damien undergoes a profound transformation, awakening as Logan, a wolf beastman and the destined heir to the chieftainship of the wolf beastmen Tribe.As Logan, he inherits not just a new form but a complex legacy of power and ambition, underpinned by the dreams of his tribe to elevate their leader to the divine status of a wolf deity. His transformation is accompanied by the mystical Tribal Chief System, a potent force that endows him with extraordinary knowledge and abilities, elevating his potential far beyond any ordinary beastman.The story intensifies when Logan’s father, the revered chief of the beastmen Silvermane, perishes in battle. This tragedy thrusts Logan into a leadership role much sooner than anticipated. As the new chief, he must navigate a world rife with dangers—both from rival tribes jealous of the Silvermane's prosperity and darker forces that threaten the mystical balance of the realm.Logan's ascent to power is an arduous journey of personal growth and leadership. He must harness his new abilities to outmaneuver his enemies, solidify his tribe's standing, and forge crucial alliances. The Tribal Chief System guides him, offering strategies and powers that could dictate the future of his people.

“It’s finally here,” said the man with the sword in an echoing whisper.

“The Tower of Choice, the last 100 floors!” the band of five exclaimed in unison.

Angelica came down from the altar with a dull look, seemingly annoying.

Then we looked around.

“I tell you once again, but you’ve had a lot of trouble in the meantime. I couldn’t have climbed to the 100th floor alone without you.”

Thud!

One by one, they fall to the floor.

Angelica’s dagger pierced my neck, and I felt a darkening in front of my eyes with a tumultuous rage. My awareness faded, from my senses, from everything else. After that, everything was eroded by profound darkness.

The protagonist is the editor of a women’s literature website.

Because of his straightforwardness, he has offended many authors of Mary Sue novels who want to sign.

“Sorry, your writing is exaggerated, and has not yet reached the signing standard.”

“Sorry, the plot of your work lacks logic and has not yet reached the contracting standard.”

The resentment of the rejected authors of Mary Sue novels gathered to bring the protagonist to the world of Mary Sue’s novels.

This is not the worst. The worst thing is that these authors’ exaggerated and terrible descriptions were faithfully restored by the novel world.

The protagonist rushes to the speed of a hundred meters every morning, looking for a toilet in a huge villa with an area of 100,000 square meters.

The protagonist did not dare to shed tears, and even dared not yawn hard, because the tears in the book were all diamonds, and the eyes would be embarrassed when he cried.

When the protagonist is happy, rose flowers float on top of his head. When he is not happy, cherry blossoms fall on his head. The protagonist resolutely shaved himself, but set the overbearing, and the hair grew out after ten seconds.

The protagonist’s father recharges the bus card of the protagonist every time for 10 million yuan. The protagonist wants his father to buy him a Ferrari. His father kindly refuses because the author did not write it.

The worst thing is that the protagonist has been engaged to Murong, the son of the world’s largest consortium. Murong is from a mixed country of eighteen countries. He is one year older than the protagonist. He claims that when he was a month old, he fell in love with the protagonist who was still a fertilized egg. Every time the protagonist sees him, he wants to beat him out, but he still has to be soft in Murong’s arms to follow the plot.

This is actually a Mary Sue novel with an anti-Mary Sue coat…

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