I Just want a Peaceful life - Chapter 2: House of Victory

Gods and demons are everywhere in the Grand Desolate World.

This is an absurd story of an empress who has traveled to modern times and still insists on rebuilding the Sannomiya Sixth Court without changing her nature.
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Su Junli was very depressed. She inherited a pair of red and green monster eyes, but she is a majestic queen, how could time and space change overnight, and the world was turned upside down, and the beautiful girl in front of her who claimed to be her “Mi Potato” The man called her to “grow vegetables”… You are the only one who grows vegetables, and your whole family grows vegetables. I am the queen!
Anyway, I can’t go back, but the thousands of subjects under the queen’s seat and the thousands of employees under the president’s command are actually the same in management. Since the original “Jun Li” is too useless, let her take over all of them , money, power, status, and of course, those high-quality men who make his heart beat…
An elegant and intellectual personal secretary, a sinister and cunning special assistant, a wild and domineering mafia king, a pure and natural childhood sweetheart, a ruthless No.
The Su family who killed without blood,
In the underworld filled with blood and gunpowder,
Talking and laughing about the ups and downs of the business empire,
Even if every step is frightening, one day, she will stand on top of the world!

- Description from novelbuddy

If life could start over, how would you choose?Would you still choose to be an ordinary person, perhaps with inner brilliance but unknown to others, watching the clouds roll by from a high vantage point?Or would you take the world as your stage, stirring up the winds and clouds, making the entire world dance around you, causing people's hearts to race with your every word and action?Everyone loves Mr. Lynch, everyone cannot do without him!Write your own laws, set down the rules I say, in this short span of life, either light up yourself or ignite the world!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”