MTL - Douluo: Wuhun is Actually Bibi Dong - Chapter 91 The slap marks on the faces of Qian Renxue and Xue Beng

【StrongFL，Faceslapping】【Superrich ML，sweet pampering】Lin Wu was reborn.Her mother was duped into a sham marriage by a worthless man.And she herself was the pitiful illegitimate daughter kicked out of a wealthy family.She was mocked, “What can a wild child from the countryside amount to?”Facing adversity, she smiled faintly.What did being an illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family matter?She helped her poor mother to kick her worthless father to the curb, quickly gave her stepmother the boot, crushed the trash.She established her own skincare brand, living a prosperous life ever since.Forgiving her enemies? Never.If there's no justice, she will be the justice herself.——Just as Lin Wu's life is thriving, her grandfather's family, who had been missing for many years, finally found her!And so, the woman who everyone thought was forsaken, divorced and saddled with a child, unexpectedly became the sole heir to a super wealthy family.What shocked Lin Wu even more was that her “good-for-nothing” car mechanic boyfriend transformed overnight into an unattainable top tycoon.Afterwards, Lin Wu became a lady of high society, who got everything handed to her on a platter and was pampered by the tycoon to the heavens and back.——Later.Lin Wu had become a renowned female entrepreneur.Standing on a high platform, she delivered her speech:“Our ancestors mostly valued boys over girls. They neglected the education and growth of girls, trapped them between household and trivial matters, asserting that husband was heaven and son was earth. Once betrayed by men, these women would lose their support and be condemned as ruined!”“But today!”“Look at this plaza filled with thousands of people, they are all young female entrepreneurs, the hope of humanity!”

“There is no god, only the echo of our fears, bound together in a symphony of false hope, woven to make this endless cycle of pain bearable... But I refuse to be just another note in their song. I will not be silenced to protect the gate you so desperately uphold. I don’t care for the blind masses; they are but shadows, moving without purpose. If I cannot run, I will walk. If I cannot walk, I will crawl. If I cannot crawl, I will roll. And if all that remains of me is a severed head, then I will still glare at you with the scorn of the relentless.”...In a world where Hunters fight to keep humanity safe from monstrous invasions, Timothy Walter is nothing more than an E-rank weakling, expendable, powerless, and barely surviving.That changes when a forgotten dungeon forces him into a deadly trial, awakening ancient rulers from across races.Bound to the weakest among them, he inherits a power unlike any other: “King Player.”Now, with a system that defies all logic, Timothy must carve his path, facing enemies both human and monstrous, as he ascends from the lowest depths to claim a throne none believed he could reach.

The schizophrenic and bullied middle schooler Lee Jin-woo is about to start high school, but just when he thought his biggest worry would be finding a way to avoid drawing attention to himself, a virus outbreak occurred on the second day, plunging his school into a nightmarish hell, a setting straight out of a zombie thriller movie.However, while he was trapped in this come-to-life zombie horror-flick, not only does he have to think of a way to survive, but he also has to grapple with the fact that this virus outbreak might have been caused by his careless mistake from earlier in the morning.....A rewrite of 'Apocalypse: Apparently, I Can See Zombies'#Story based in South Korea#Story based on South Korean zombie thrillers#Story best read at night#Story best read in bed#Story has plot twists#Story has irredeemable villains# Enjoy the story :)

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.