MTL - The Anarchic Consort - Chapter 1293 The first one hundred and ninety-seven white grandfather wants to abuse people.

This is a story of crime, scandal, and romance.

The real daughter of the Lin family, Lin Luqiu, was lost for many years and was found suddenly, only to be asked by her parents to replace her fake daughter sister in marrying a living corpse!She uses her exceptional medical skills to wake her vegetative husband, but to her surprise, the first thing he says upon waking is, “Let's get a divorce.”She laughs in anger, “Fu Jingchen, you really are an ungrateful dog of a man.”After the divorce, everyone learns that the seemingly rustic girl is actually wearing many hats as the true powerhouse.She is actually the prized disciple of a giant in the medical field, a world-class piano master, and a genius jewelry designer... all of these are her.Later, a regretful President Fu comes to ask her to remarry.She dominantly refuses, “President Fu, sorry, no time!”The man pulls her into his arms frantically, “As long as you come back, I will give you my life!”

Official:I had thought this bleak future would continue on for me every day, but…[You can copy-paste the effect of an item onto other targets.][Target: No limitation]My life changed all of a sudden ever since that day.Previous Blurb:The road before me was dark and my future was bleak.I thought my days would continue to be like this.But on that day…[You can copy an item’s options to another target.][Target: Unlimited]My life changed dramatically.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.