MTL - Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce - Chapter 36 Ruthless and poisonous 1

“Money doesn’t buy happiness. It buys crazy ahh happiness.”[Ding!]
⟪ You have cleared the 100th Floor of the Tower of Beginning. ⟫
⟪ As the requirements for the completion have been met, the game will now undergo a maintenance period. You will be logged out safely. ⟫
⟪ Rewards for completing the floor will be made available after a maintenance period and a following content will be made available. ⟫
⟪ You will be rewarded the permanent title: Conqueror of the Tower of Beginning, after the maintenance period. ⟫
⟪ Your achievements will be highlighted in the [Akashic records]. ⟫
⟪ May the fortune be on your side. ⟫Kaizen, ID:KiRA, a 24-year-old streamer and obsessive gamer, etched his name as the only player to conquer the brutal Tower of Beginning, a VRMMO notorious for its punishing difficulty.Living in a modest two-room apartment, he poured over half a decade into the game, finally conquering the impossible.But on December 12, 2052, the world flipped: blue countdown screens bearing the tower’s runes appeared globally, and colossal Towers of Cessation erupted, tearing through cities and integrating the game’s system into reality.[Time remaining until Tutorial: ][00:54:51][After the conclusion of the tutorial, clear the first floor of the Tower of Cessation within or else your world will be terminated.]Earth became a chaotic battleground of monsters, dungeons, and players.KiRA, armed with unparalleled expertise, his companion Unity, and a wealth that dwarfs all others, dived back into the fray—- not just to relive the adrenaline of the climb, but to cement his legacy as the richest and most dominant force in this new, perilous reality.

A typical, frail senior high school student had acquired the SuperCivilization Technology System. From academic dreg to academic prodigy, from the weak to the strong. Basketball genius, top-level hacker, medical sage, business tycoon... Empowering the nation through technology, elevating our great Huaxia!

Anne, a shy and introvert woman, was in love with Denis for ten years. But Denis had someone in his heart. When his girlfriend left him to pursue her career, he finally noticed Anne and asked her to be his girlfriend.Anne stayed devoted to him for three years, but Denis cheated on her with his first love. Worse, his scheming ex-girlfriend killed her.Fate gave her another chance. Anne was reborn. This time, she vowed to take revenge on everyone who had hurt her.Augustine, the CEO of the Sphere Group of industries, was powerful and wealthy. But he died from his family’s conspiracy.Reborn, he was determined to punish those who had schemed against him.In his past life, he had failed to protect Anne, his savior. This time, he vowed to love her and keep her safe with his life.But Anne no longer believed in love.~~~~~~~~~“Will you marry me?” Augustine’s eyes sparkled with anticipation and nervousness.However, Anne was calm. “Yes,” she replied blankly. “I’ll marry you. But don’t expect anything from me. Love is the last thing I can give you.”He smirked and took a step closer to her. “Miss Clair,” he pinched her chin, “are you sure you won’t fall for me? Can you resist my charm?”Anne’s breathing hitched, her stomach fluttering. The challenge in his eyes and his husky voice threaten to shatter her resolve to never fall in love again.“Let me promise you one thing: in this life, I’ll love you, cherish you always. All I want is your faith.”

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”