MTL - Life After Marrying My Love Rival - Chapter 101 Extra Six: Parallel World (6)

The Age of Gods has long since ended, their voices no longer heard on the continent of Douluo. Humanity, standing on the shoulders of legends from its history, advanced soul technology to inconceivable heights. The humans of Douluo invented weapons of mass destruction, mechanized armor, and living metals. With these advancements, they went on to conquer the oceans and discovered two new continents. To fuel these new technologies, humanity hunted the soul beasts to the very brink of extinction.

Once the dominant force of Douluo, the few surviving soul beasts now hide in the darkest recesses of their last sanctuary. The weakest have all been hunted, leaving only the strongest to scheme in the heart of the forest. The soul beasts, not willing to fade away, plot an uprising for their survival. In the midst of this, a god from a long forgotten era awakens in the depths of the Great Star Dou Forest to seek vengeance for the soul beasts.

As darkness encroaches from the abyss, hope is found in a young boy who holds a power beyond divinity within himself—Tang Wulin! Hope for both humanity and the soul beasts, as the bridge between the two. He finds his way into the fabled halls of Shrek Academy, where he learns to wield his prodigious powers, makes friends and finds allies, eventually rising to become a towering leader.

As he learns to harness his strength, danger lurks within the shadows as the various factions of humanity maneuver and plot to usurp Shrek Academy. Tang Wulin discovers the threat to the only world he knows as he sinks deeper into the intrigue. Meanwhile, camouflaged by the chaos and unbeknownst to the humans, the soul beasts’ plot continues to steadily advance.

To defend what he loves and reclaim what was lost, Tang Wulin must seek out the legacies of legends past and unlock the full might of the Golden Dragon King!

On the day she, as the villainous sister-con supporting character, prepared to meet her death, she discovered her darkened brothers suddenly gained the ability to read her mind?!Qiao Chuchu stood on the high platform, wailing: “You’ll always be my brothers! I’ll die right in front of you, haunting your memories for all eternity!”But what the seven gorgeous brothers heard was: [Hahaha, goodbye suckers! With my billion-dollar assets, I’m going to be a rich lady! You can all stay in this world and suffer! After all, none of you will meet a good end!]Before she knew it, someone grabbed her arm. She looked up in confusion to find her brothers gripping her tightly: “Tell us more about how we won’t meet a good end.”Qiao Chuchu: “?”–Seeing the female lead, Qiao Chuchu thought: [So this is the woman my brothers fell in love with at first sight, the one they’d die for.]The seven men uniformly looked at the female lead: ? That’s it?Seeing the villainous second female lead, she felt sympathetic: [Although you and the male lead are in love now, he’ll emotionally cheat with the female lead who’ll become the third wheel, and you’ll end up committing su*cide.]The elegant young lady second lead: ??Seeing the powerful bosses, she sighed: [Although the big shots have class, unfortunately, you’ll all soon end up dead in the streets because of the female lead.]The powerful and wealthy bosses: ???Soon, Qiao Chuchu noticed her brothers had changed, becoming increasingly doting towards her.She also found herself surrounded by villain bosses who stuck to her daily, seemingly trying to win her favor.Not only that, why did the male and female leads end up bankrupt and dying miserably on the streets?!Qiao Chuchu turned around in confusion, only to see a group of bosses and her brothers looking at her with adoration: “Because we have you.”Qiao Chuchu: “Huh?”

[Entertainment Circle + Live Streaming + Wilderness Survival + Sick Jiao + Mutual Pet Sweet Text + Infrastructure]

Dayan’s first female emperor crossed over, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she became an 18th-tier actress of the same name, participating in a variety show of survival in the wilderness.

Netizen: Is there no threshold for this variety show? What crooked melons and cracked dates are coming to participate?

Su Yangyang: I am indeed incompetent.

However, when the camera turns…

Open up wasteland and farm fields, set up traps, build wooden fish, fork fish with bare hands, climb trees to pick fruits, tear wild boars by hand, weave fishing nets, learn Chinese medicine…

The program effect is directly full!

Netizen 1: What the hell is lack of ability? ? ?

Netizen 2: Sister Yang yyds! ! !

However, on the way of the continuous show, there was a sick actor by his side, who was always weak and fell into his arms.

Su Yangyang: Men are really annoying.

Until one day, Emperor Bo Ying covered the camera, changed the way he used to be sick, and directly pressed her against the wall and kissed her.

The next day, the barrage sent Su Yangyang to the hot search.

Su Yangyang: Mosquito bites, it was a misunderstanding.

Bo Yingdi forwarded: @Su Yangyang. I heard that my name was changed to Mosquito?

That night, the entire network was paralyzed.

This book is also known as: “How I Made Wilderness Survival into Love” and “What Should I Do If a Sick Actor Wants 100 Kisses a Day” and “Can a Man Be Poisoned If He Loves It Too Much”

- Description from novelbuddy

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.”