The Demon Monarch System - Chapter 500 - Unexpected Visit

Jiang Che traveled here and practiced for eighteen years to awaken the sign-in system.“Ding, the host signs in to Snow Moon City, and is rewarded with the inheritance of the Drunken Sword Immortal!”“Ding, the host signs in to Peach Blossom Island, and is rewarded with the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao!”“Ding, the host signs in to the Yin-Yang Family Residence, and is rewarded with the dual cultivation secret technique Yin-Yang Heavenly Immortal Technique!”With the sign-in system, Jiang Che traveled around the Jiuzhou Continent and stood at the top of the world step by step!Li Hanyi: “Legendary man, look at the sword!”Huang Rong: “Woo woo woo, Brother Che, please let me go…”Wanwan: “My feet are fragrant and soft? My brother-in-law is a pervert!”Jiang Che: “It’s over, the whole Jiuzhou Continent knows that I am a scumbag!”

【I, Shen Miaomiao, was forced to take over a game company at the beginning. 】

Fortunately, the rebate system was awakened in time, as long as the company loses money, the system will compensate with ten times the rebate!

Therefore, the goal of this young girl president is to bring down the company! Wealth Freedom!

【I, Gu Sheng, traveled through the opening game and became a game designer. 】

Fortunately, the game treasury system has awakened, as long as it continues to produce popular games, it will be able to ascend to the throne of the king of games!

Therefore, the goal of this game director is to become bigger and stronger! Create another glories!

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When the rotten president meets the sixth designer, the company’s style of painting gradually abstracts——

“No one plays the mech game you agreed to? What the hell are you doing about Titanfall?”

“Is the horror game market poor? What’s your “Escape” situation?”

“Is it easy to pay for the second-generation shooting that was agreed? Are you going to remake “Call of Duty”?”

Looking at the financial report that was profitable across the board, Shen Miaomiao’s mind was buzzing.

She couldn’t lose a penny, so she could only give up her heart!

“From now on! Torture the players for me!”

She didn’t believe it, she still couldn’t lose the money!

Hearing this, Gu Sheng unfolded a stack of plans in his hands:

“Look at the boss – black, blood, benevolence, wolf… which one shall we do first?”

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International negotiator Jiang Fu was framed and died.

Waking up to find himself reborn in the body of a newly engaged female college student.

When confronting his fiancé for the first time, Fu Xiting’s tone was cold and murderous: “If you are obedient, you will keep it. If you are not obedient, you will abandon it.”

Confronting again, Jiang Fu stood in the auditorium of the Capital University to participate in the International Collegiate Debating Competition. Looking at Fu Xiting, who was the referee, she asked in a straight voice, “Mr. Fu, what is marriage to you?”

Fu Xiting replied: “Benefits.”

Rumor has it that Fu Xiting, the prince of the business world, married a charming wife.

Unexpectedly, on the wedding night, his wife held a cold knife to his throat, and her voice was comparable to that of King Yama: “In 2009, Jiang Fu, an international negotiator, and her team went to Dongguo for negotiations, and the plane crashed on the way back. What does it have to do with you?” relation?”

Fu Xiting’s heart trembled. After many days of guessing came true, he looked at Jiang Fu with a bit of helplessness: “My handwriting.”

Before marriage, she was an abandoned child in her hands.

After marriage, she couldn’t give up the medicine.

Rumor has it that the youngest daughter of the Jiang family has no talent.

Jiang Fu:? ? ? How should I act?

[From being indifferent to being obliged to you, the heroine is online, step by step approaching the truth to find the cause of her death]

Conception: Loving yourself is the beginning of being loved

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“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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