MTL - Return of the Net Gaming Monarch - Chapter 227 Going abroad

Yang Qi was the son of the patriarch of a wealthy family from a small town.

For his sake, she was willing to abandon her career as the best actress and be his wife. With her own network, money and unscrupulous methods, she helped him rise to the top of the world. He, on the other hand, held another woman in his embrace and kicked her away with no mercy. It turned out that all he ever wanted was her rare blood type, her six-month-old child’s cord blood. It was her life… When she opened her eyes again, she returned to her 20-year-old self. Time repeated and her life rewound. In this life, she would live well.

[Hiddenidentity, Femalelead, Loveaftermarriage]She originally planned to take her sister's place and marry a 60-year-old man, but accidentally married him, who was the richest man as he had also made a mistake. She thought they would soon divorce, but he chose to temporarily maintain the marriage.The public disliked her because of her ordinary background and believed that she was not worthy of him. However, her multiple identities were gradually exposed: academician at the National Research Institute, a brilliant doctor, the racing god, national representative of Go, and gold medalist in figure skating. And when the world found out that their marriage was only contracted for one year, she garnered numerous suitors. “Get out! We will never divorce! Never and ever!” he declared.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]