MTL - StarCraft In the Palm of Your Hand - Chapter 685 intensified

Nina Sinclair had the worst luck for eight lifetimes. Her boyfriend of three years was getting married, but the bride wasn’t her, and he even wanted her to attend the wedding?In a fit of anger, she found a man to fake a marriage. She planned to have him impersonate the mysterious billionaire uncle of her scumbag boyfriend who was on a business trip, aiming to crush the cheating couple by attending the wedding as his aunt!After getting the fake marriage certificate, Nina discovered she had been deceived.The marriage certificate was real, and the driver husband from the fake marriage turned into her real husband. That man even demanded she fulfill wifely duties!To slap the scumbag in the face, Nina had no choice but to brace herself. Unexpectedly, the husband she picked up on the go had good kidneys, a strong waist, loved her, spoiled her, and even helped her teach the scumbags a lesson, almost spoiling her rotten!Later, she discovered that whenever the billionaire went on a business trip, her bargain husband disappeared. The media snapped a photo of the billionaire with a globally unique pink diamond necklace, which appeared on her dressing table the next day…Could it be that her bargain husband was actually the billionaire himself?!Nina Sinclair: “Explain yourself!”The man walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Calm down, my dear wife, don’t let it affect the baby.”

It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been ...It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?----------------This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!

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]

I am the only person free from the control of the Status Window.

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Just a word from me, and my status window is gone.

To be more precise, an error occurred when I took over the possession of the body.

“Ah, why didn’t the dragon drop a single artifact?”

Thanks to this, I am gradually distanced from humanity.