MTL - I, Doomsday, Have Been In the Core of the Sun For a Hundred Thousand Years - Chapter 337

After transmigration, Qiao Sang found herself dressed as a junior high school student.Then came an exam.But wait, what kind of exam is it???“What is the final evolutionary form of stinky loach called?”“What are the planets where humans have migrated.”She is totally confused.Welcome to the world of beasts!

The harassment from my in-laws who looked down on me because I was a commoner.My wife who indifferently watched me.It’s been 10 years since I escaped from them.A fallen family.But my wife, even in her death, still wore her wedding ring.

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System.Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences.But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy!Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain...Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence.Before he knew it, his works became popular.Selected reader comments:“This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!”“With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.”“Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)”Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true!The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!”Lin Chuan, “Huh?”The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?”Lin Chuan's vision went dark.Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.