MTL - Cosmic Professional Gladiator - v9 Chapter 3 left traces

Ravin was a hardcore gamer who died and got reincarnated into his favorite game as a nobody.This is the journey of Ravin who would fight calamities and make a harem while at it.-----This is my first time writing a novel so I would appreciate it if you would tell me about my mistakes so I can correct themNO YURINO NETORAREThere will be netori and a little bit of manipulation

Xu Mumu traveled into a book and became the female protagonist's cousin. Her family was considered the worst by others, but Xu Mumu found them lovable. The troublemaking mom, drama king dad, lazy brother, and bratty younger brother made for a lively household.So, while her cousin was picking up money, Xu Mumu received a scholarship. When her cousin's family started a business, her brother went to the city to work. By the time her cousin's family became wealthy, Xu Mumu had already taken her family to the city.

He hated everything I was, but I searched for affection in every cruel glance he gave me.“There were so many things I wanted to say to you, but even writing them feels impossible. Because I know that if I were to put down the words I keep in my heart, you'd only say it's natural, after all, I’m just a stupid, self-centered person, like you often said.But I'm not. And that’s why I won’t bare my heart to someone who never truly knew me. Because... you wouldn’t trust the sincerity of a stranger. Right?But I did.You were the stranger whose sincerity I believed in.So I’m stepping away from being the person who embodies everything you hate—because I hate those things too.Maybe in another life, I’ll get to tell you who I really am.”

I came home from college expecting to deal with my emotionally unavailable father, an empty fridge, and a summer full of boredom.What I didn’t expect was to walk into the kitchen and find a barefoot, stunning woman in my dad’s shirt stirring eggs like she owned the place.Spoiler: She does.Her name is Elena, and apparently, she’s my brand-new stepmother—seven years older than me, way too cheerful, and totally off-limits.But try telling that to my brain when she’s bending over to grab orange juice or accidentally falling on top of me in the laundry room. Try telling that to my heart when she’s laughing at my jokes, defending me at dinner, or wearing my hoodie because “it smells like comfort.”My dad doesn’t see her. Not really.But I do.And that’s the problem.Now I’m stuck in a house full of tension, sarcasm, and slow-burn chaos.She’s married to my father.I’m supposed to be focusing on my future.But somehow, I’m falling for the one woman I absolutely, definitely, 100% should not be falling for.Oops.