MTL - My 26-year-old Female Tenant - Chapter 78 : to love you instead of him

“What does it feel like to be a shadow?”People say it's bondage — the absence of light, of freedom. But what is freedom, really?The ability to choose whatever you want?Or... just a beautiful illusion masking the void?Strange question, I know.But you'll understand soon enough.Because my lives?They've always been a little... enlightening.— Kaiser

‘Did I… die?!’***Year 2026, June 1st, the revolutionary video game, Warstar made its debut.Perfectly coded with revolutionary graphics, a perfect RPG setting, and a rich world where players could choose from 5 main classes, either of a Blademaster, Mage, Mechanic, Combat Mage, and Psychics, it took the world by storm.The rise of God-level players made the game’s popularity even more explosive, turning it into full-time jobs for pro players.Noah Harrington was a God-level player, the player who received the exalted nickname as the Godfather of Warstar. But even God-level players get old.Noah was not just your avid gamer, he was one who reveled in the competitive spirit of the game, the stakes, and most importantly, the euphoria of winning an elite end-to-end game.He was a warrior, a warmonger, but he was getting slowed down by age and so he was chosen by a mysterious power to be transported inside the game.When an expert pro player of a revolutionary video game suddenly finds himself reincarnated inside the game with unprecedented SSS-Ranked unique skills, what does he do?----(Congratulations young warmonger! You have completed the requirements to become a true Warstar!)(You will be transported inside the game in 5 seconds!)(00:00:05)(00:00:04)----Noah’s life and career was suddenly turned upside down but he embraced it. ‘This is an opportunity, and I’ll take it!’‘I’ll be King again!’Watch Noah blaze a record-breaking path to the peak of Warstar with his new reincarnated avatar, Lord Doom.

Lost World.

A game where you can become a god and build a fantasy civilization.

Choi Sung-Woon, the number 1 player of the game, realized that everything he had been doing so far was nothing more than practice for the real thing.

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“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.