MTL - Pampered Darling: 99 Yuan Sweet Wife - Chapter 288 eat inside and out

“Ruan Ruan, don’t think about leaving me.”The cold lips landed on the corner of her eye, and Su Ruan finally realized she had truly been reborn...In her previous life, she believed the scumbag man and cheap woman, and was ultimately pushed to the Insect Race, dying a miserable death. However, the man she always despised remained devoted, loving her broken body even after her death.In this life:“Ruan Ruan, is someone harming you? Then I'll kill them all.”“Ruan Ruan, you can only be mine.”“Ruan Ruan, I beg you, don’t leave me...”The Federation Empire's highest Commander, Lu Shinian, does everything possible to keep her by his side.Having thought that after being reborn, this Commander addicted to paranoia would only offer a cold hand to hold. Who could tell her that the “big dog” with fluffy wolf ears whimpering by her side every night is really Lu Shinian, the highest interstellar Commander?“Ruan Ruan, I want a kiss.”“Ruan Ruan, hug me.”“Ruan Ruan, why are you ignoring me again, boo hoo.”In the interstellar era, strength is revered, and the 3S Lu Shinian is a strongman among strongmen.But he is ironically shackled by an atavistic phenomenon that uncontrollably appears every so often. Wolf ears that suddenly spring up, an extra tail, all do not match Commander Lu’s image.From then on, to maintain his cold and towering image, Su Ruan covers Commander Lu's little ears, continuously working hard!Star Network spread that Su Ruan publicly jilted Lu Shinian, embarrassing him, and she would surely be hated and despised by him.But later, at a certain graduation ceremony, someone saw the always abstinent and aloof Commander Lu pin Su Ruan against the wall, corners of his eyes red, his voice aggrieved, “Ruan Ruan, kiss me.”

In the year 2030, Samsara Online, a 100% immersive VRMMORPG that allows players to bring their innate real-world skills to the virtual world, is launched and supported by the World Central Bank.

“Failed writer. Failed hunter. Failed at life.”Aiden Jus had heard it all before. At twenty-eight, he was a walking reminder of what happened when you failed your mana awakening and spent thirteen years chasing a dream that would never come true. No powers. No future. Just a cramped flat in the UK and a lifetime of rejection letters from publishers who never bothered to read past the first page.But the day Aiden decided to give up on writing—the day he was ready to finally accept a soul-crushing desk job at an editing firm—everything changed.*[You have been chosen by Nabu, God of Literacy and Scribes]**[Skill Acquired: Narrative Embodiment (Divine-Rank)]*The ancient Mesopotamian deity offered Aiden something unprecedented: the power to physically enter any story he writes and gain real abilities from the fictional worlds he creates.*[You have mastered Celestial Blade Art - Skill permanently acquired]**[You have learned Tier-9 Spell: Void Severance - Spell permanently acquired]*Every sword technique mastered, every spell learned, every power gained inside his stories becomes permanently his in the real world. But so does every death trap, overpowered villain, and narrative cruelty he carelessly wrote in moments of frustration.Suddenly, Aiden isn't just a failed writer anymore. While other awakened humans rely on mana cores and dungeon raids, Aiden's strength comes from the worlds born from his imagination—a power that operates outside the traditional hunter system entirely.As rival gods compete for powerful human contractors and ancient ruins promise unimaginable treasures, Aiden must survive the deadly fictional universes he created while building his reputation in a society that once dismissed him as worthless.**From the typewriter to the battlefield, Aiden Jus will prove that the pen truly is mightier than the sword—as long as you're willing to live through every word you write.**

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.“If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way.”