I Am A Boss Mommy That Wants To Slack - Chapter 202 - 202 Doubt!!

#Expect a big Harem but MC won't mindless collect women on a whim. There's deep mature content. Beware!After getting rejected and humiliated by the very woman he's ever loved—and publicly dumped during lunch break in front of half the school while holding a giant teddy bear, blue roses, and a handwritten love letter titled “My Heart in .mp3”—Jayden Cross thought life couldn't get worse.Then he wakes up with a system talking in his ear.[Ding! Welcome to the Ultimate Copy and Paste System!][Function Unlocked: 10x Copy and Paste!]Now armed with a divine-level Ultimate System Jayden begins rebuilding his life with just copying and pasting everything and gets 10X more!What the world, the system, and the universe had shattered without remorse, only the Ultimate Copy and Paste System could restore. But it did not simply mend—it reimagined. It rewrote his broken existence into a force no storm could contain, only follow.

That night, she was dragged to the Bureau of Civil Affairs. Wait, after getting the marriage certificate, the husband ran away? And his identity can’t be found? OMG, did she marry a human or a ghost?

Disheveled, she entered the entertainment industry and almost got sexually assaulted by a director due to the unspoken rule. Young Master Moh suddenly reappeared, and that director was tortured before getting cancelled.

During a shoot, she almost died since her enemy wanted to destroy her. Then, hundreds of mysterious soldiers arrived and smashed everything. The producer was exposed of corruption and his life got destroyed.

She always fights back and takes revenge, not taking the high road.

What? A woman is after her man? No tolerance! She barged into that woman’s home and whooped her ass. She said afterward, “How dare you touch my man?”

Young Master Moh had to cover his forehead; he needed to teach her how to behave like a senior officer’s woman.

During the summer vacation, sixteen nieces came to Luo Feng’s house to play together, but they couldn’t go back when the city was closed.

He silently calculated that the 16 nieces had to eat 16 catties of rice, 8 catties of meat and 20 eggs a day.

Total other consumption, need 3000 yuan per day.

Just when he was trembling, Uncle Shenhao’s system descended!

Just pet your niece to get rewards!

Explode the street with my niece, reward: an extended version of Rolls Royce.

Take your niece to the supermarket, reward: 30 million supermarket coupons.

Take your niece to eat out, reward: 100% shares in Dihao Hotel.

Teach my niece to write, reward: a house in the school district.

Book a movie theater for my niece, reward: shares in Yida Company!

Hold a luxurious birthday party for your niece, reward: the design drawing of the world’s strongest aircraft carrier!

With this system, I take my 16 nieces everywhere to eat, drink and have fun every day.

Accidentally, he became the richest man in the world…

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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.”