MTL - Here Comes The Lady Chef - Chapter 11 Come bad

Transmigrated into a world where spiritual artifacts are a part of everyone!In this world, beasts run rampant, mysteries abound, and humanity is on the brink of extinction. After a century of struggle, a developed system of power has emerged!After reaching adulthood, women awaken into spiritual artifact forms like knives, guns, swords, and halberds... possessing earth-shattering power!Men awaken to spiritual artifact spaces, forming contracts and becoming summoners.When the two combine, they can unleash power several times greater than their own.Xiao Zhan awakened with an SSS-level summoner talent but was abandoned by his girlfriend due to unforeseen circumstances. However, he was fortunate to be noticed and picked by another school beauty!Yet, Xiao Zhan discovered that his luck wasn't just limited to that...

After the brutal loss of his beloved grandfather, Liam Hunter embarks on a harrowing journey into the heart of the Dark Forest, known as the Forest of Kyrell, with a singular goal: to gain the strength necessary to honor his grandfather’s memory and to never lose anyone dear to him again. At just ten years old, Liam is thrust into a world of darkness and malevolence, where he endures four grueling years of training and transformation. In this shadowy realm, he is reborn as a fierce warrior, driven by a relentless desire to eradicate every demon and ultimately confront the Demon King, Emrys himself. To achieve his formidable goal, Liam must forsake any emotional connections that could weaken his resolve. The once vibrant and joyful boy is transformed by his trials into a cold and unfeeling combatant, hardened by the harsh realities of his quest. This is the story of Liam Hunter—the last wielder of dark magic—whose journey through darkness and sacrifice will shape him into a force of vengeance and resolve.

Mingjiao felt that she might be the most unlucky person who transmigrated through a book. She just stayed up all night and read a bloody novel about a wrong child. Daughter.
The fake daughter is a vicious female supporting role, stupid and unruly, the real daughter bullied her sister before she came back, and after the real daughter came back, she fought for favor and persecuted yin and yang.
She crossed over just in time for her family to be disappointed in her and kicked her out of the house.
Before she had time to be quiet, she encountered an assassination plot suspected of burglary.
The person who rescued her was the real daughter in a vest.
Mingjiao silently lit a cigarette, “Life is so exciting.”
I have done everything that needs to be done, it is impossible to clean up the whitewashing, and it is impossible in this life, and I can only rely on tracking down the real murderer with the real daughter to make a living.
Just chasing and chasing, life is going wrong.
The adoptive mother, who was deeply disappointed in her, said, “It’s because I didn’t protect you well that I made you suffer so much.”
The elder sister who hated her so much, “Can you trust me again?”
The younger sister who was originally indifferent to her said, “Why don’t you tell us if you have any difficulties?”
But Tang Xiaoyu, the real daughter who should hate her the most, took her hand lightly, “You said that the grace of saving life should be promised with your body.”
Mingjiao: Meow, meow, my friends, something is wrong with you.
Mingjiao, “Ahem… There are many types of physical relationships, whether to marry or marry, this matter can be discussed.”
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Tang Xiaoyu originally hated Mingjiao. She was shallow, arrogant, stupid, arrogant, vicious, and possessed countless flaws that did not match her beauty.
Until one day she rescued her in a night full of flower fragrance and blood.
A Ming Jiao wrapped in mist and countless secrets unfolded in front of her.
She still loathed her, probably hated her, yet was attracted to her, and could not stop loving her in the end.
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Mingjiao’s life in the eyes of others: an elegy of fate full of a sense of fate and burdened with too many hardships
Mingjiao’s own life in the eyes: Sand sculptures amuse the ordinary daily life of Ziren
This article can also be named “Everyone around me is a brain monster”, “I’m really just an ordinary person”
focus:
The real and fake daughters are not sisters, and they are not in the same account book.
There is a teaser system.
The core stalk has not changed, but the background has been changed, so the copywriting has also been changed.
Originally, I wanted to write a story about the blood of a wealthy family honestly, but I couldn’t write it without some fighting elements, so this article also directly mutated.
Unconventional wealthy family type novel, involving supernatural powers, martial arts, (I don’t know if there is) magic and other elements…but the background is in an overhead city.

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- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”