MTL - Breaking up, No Joke - Chapter 95

Commandery Princess Gu Shengyin of Qinghe had died.Her beauty eclipsed Jinghua, and her talents were renowned throughout the world, yet she lost to a woman inferior to her in every aspect.It wasn't until after her death that Gu Shengyin realized she was nothing more than the protagonist of a supporting character's counterattack story, doomed to be cannon fodder for a transmigrated lady……In the pure white space, Gu Shengyin emotionlessly received the memories transmitted to her by the System…...System: “In this day and age, the supporting character must turn over a new leaf, the cannon fodder must counterattack, and the extras must make their presence felt. As the female lead, you are their biggest obstacle.”Gu Shengyin's eyes glinted with cold light. Her smile was stunningly beautiful. “Then let's see: Who, indeed, should be the stumbling block that gets kicked away, and who, in the end, will be the ultimate winner!”Those supporting characters and cannon fodders who wish to eliminate the female lead and rise to the top, have you thought about how you want to die?This story is a sweet romance, 1V1.

In the Immortal Realm, where Immortals roam here and there, and the strength is supreme, there is a kind of existence who are favored by the Heavens.

These existences has their luck attribute boosted by thousands, and are collectively called as the Children of Luck or Son/Daughter of Luck.

Among these, Yu Tian was born with negative luck attributes and was destined to die under those so-called Children of Luck.

However, with the help of the Villain System and the powerful Yu family behind him, he will rewrite his destiny and crush those Sons of Luck and cultivate those Daughter of Luck.

At the beginning, he forced the family of the Daughter of Luck to send her to his bed personally.

A fourth chance at life. The last chance.Zarek remembered when he first experienced the Godsfall Apocalypse. Those tears of red and sparkling rouge that split the skies, opening up one dangerous realm after another.That feeling of helplessness had been palpable, heavy... suffocating. It hung above his head like a guillotine, an edge graced by death's kiss...He grinned at it.One last ride, no Talents left on his stat screen, and nothing but a dull machete and his girl by his side. What was a better thrill than that?How could he possibly fail a fourth time?Unfortunately, there were others. Other Rebirthers. Some that might have been on their last attempt just like him, or some that still had more to give to this cruel world.None of it mattered, though. He had planned everything out meticulously, each life playing its own role.He would come out on top this time. How could he not?He was Zarek Ashborn.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.