MTL - Death Notice - v12 Chapter 17 Third

Osho woke up in a world both similar but also vastly different from the Earth called the Azure Star. This world is populated by terrible beasts and vile monsters that at one point pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. However, humans discovered an ability the changed the course of the bleak future. The ability to Tame beasts.As such, Beast taming became the most common profession among humans, and powerful beast tamers have power, wealth, fame, and so on. It is Osho's goal to become the most powerful beast tamer alive, and his unique ability, one that allows him to evolve his beast's, makes that all the more possible.

Actress Chu Yaoyao was murdered. But she woke up, 20 years later in her timeline, in the body of a notorious 18th-line female star with the same name as her.

A scumbag wants to ban her? The little assistant wants to step on her and take over her fame? The patriarchal family wants to suck her dry? Netizens organized a group to hack her? The most frightening thing is that her figure is out of shape, beyond recognition!

With the Film Empress holding an interstellar red envelope group, none of these are problems.

The bigwigs in the interstellar entertainment industry give out red envelopes every day. As her fans, they only ask the Film Empress to guide their acting skills.

The first step is to lose weight and become beautiful. The second step is to become popular in acting. The third step is to abuse the scum and slap the face. The fourth step is that it’s not bad to fall in love…

The actor next door, what do you think about falling in love?

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“Thanks for the invite, I’m in New York, just got off the plane.” Du Wei realized he had traveled through time. Having no choice, he had to resume his old trade and opened a psychological consultation clinic, but the patients seeking psychological advice were all a bit strange...

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.