MTL - Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game - Chapter 2 Advanced talent

【A novel of favoritism, dual power, Tarot cards, and treating scum as they deserve!】Ten years of marriage, ten years of devotion.She poured all her talent and emotions, only to be repaid with a premeditated fire in the end.Tortured by her husband and betrayed by her best friend.Turns out, everyone around her was acting.Before her rebirth, she was a renowned talented lady in Capital City.After her rebirth, she became famous in Capital City as......an imbecile!Moreover, she turned into a destitute rich lady, at the mercy of others.Timid, weak, useless, incompetent, those were the labels plastered on her.As she opened her eyes once again, youth bloomed, she was back as herself!This life, she returns with a golden finger!With a Tarot deck, she maneuvers through the whole wealthy circle!**Unparalleled young master, he is the renowned yet enigmatic head of the Mo family in Capital City.He is also a demon carrying a curse.Controlling life and death, dominating fate, he is the powerful leader of the Superpower World.Such overwhelming authority and stunning looks make countless girls flock towards him.One is a humble and cowardly rich idiot, the other is a widely-known 'demon' carrying a curse in Capital City.The collision of water and fire, an interweave of cold and hot.No one knows who finally succumbs to whom in the end.**Late on, the aloof head of the Mo family, who never took an interest in women, suddenly announced his high-profile marriage.The whole country was in uproar, numerous young girls torn apart.After the marriage, he transforms into a perfect husband, loving his wife dearly and obeying her every wish.【Micro Drama】A certain woman (with a cold face): “Mr. Mo is so rich and powerful, I, a humble girl, dare not add to any burden.”The corner of a certain man's mouth curled into a meaningful curve.The woman was so frightened that she immediately took a step back: “What, what, what are you going to do?”......【Quotes from Mr. Mo】*You should know, in this world, besides me, nobody else is worthy to stand by your side.*If this prosperous era ended, I could still reestablish one! But her, there’s only one in the world, I, can’t afford to gamble!*It's just money. I've even given her my life, so let's just waste away.

After transmigrating, Chen Yu found himself in a highly militarized world. But the “will of the world” had concluded that he was an intruder and put a curse on him.

She became the nanny of Claude, the blackened male protagonist who would destroy the world. If this continues, she will be killed by the cursed power possessed by the blackened male protagonist. So, she decided to pour out her love for the blackened male protagonist to prevent the blackening. She also raised the child’s self-esteem, and made the Duke act like a proper father, as fatherly love was essential for the male protagonist’s self-esteem. She thought the child was gradually recovering his bright face, and the Duke was now learning how to gradually give love to the child. But she doesn’t know if it’s because she worked too hard….? “It has always been a problem. You have hundreds of reasons to abandon me, but I don’t have a single one.” “Nanny will always be by my side, right? That’s why you can’t go. Never, never.” Two men started obsessing over me.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”