MTL - Only I Can Use Summoning - Chapter 925 , ancestral grave

The whole internet is shipping me with my ex-boyfriendNational film emperor, Chi Yu, lived up to his name, like a gentle breeze or bright moon.One day, rumors spread that he had a girlfriend whom he pampered for years. Media reporters scrambled to interview him, but his indifferent face in front of the camera said: Just rumors.Entertainment industry big shot, Gu Yuan, is rich, beautiful, well-connected, and has a boyfriend who loves and spoils her, Chi Yu.The outside world doesn't know that Gu Yuan had once spent a fortune to support Chi Yu's debut, making him quickly rise to fame, only for him to now turn around and dump her, truly heartless.Not long after, Gu Yuan healed herself, quickly moving on from the emotional shadow, becoming indifferent and cold-hearted, never considering any man again.Chi Yu stood by the seaside, still like a gentle breeze or bright moon, but there was a persistent emotion in his eyes: “What will it take for you to forgive me?”Gu Yuan responded with a smile, pointing at the tumultuous sea: “Jump in. If you die, I'll forgive you, after all, the dead deserve respect.”Chi Yu: “...”That day, a video went viral all over the internet—a clip inadvertently captured Gu Yuan showing up on an outdoor reality show for a few seconds, where she was lying on a tree asleep, while Chi Yu gazed up at her affectionately.Initially, the whole internet was calm: Not shipping! Absolutely not shipping!Eventually, the whole internet exploded: Please, someone hold my head down and let me ship fervently!(A truly beautiful and rich heroine X a truly regretful hero chasing his wife in a crematorium)

Puppet was born.Puppet question.Puppet learns.Puppet develop.Puppet becomes itself.And puppet will be not stopped.

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills.When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice.{Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System}“Yes” he answers, without much to lose.And from then his life had never been the same.He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought.

“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.