MTL - Legend of the Mythological Genes - Chapter 372 Final mission

Ni Yang, una empresaria moderna, renace en su decimoséptimo año.Estamos en el año 1983.En una era que favorece a los varones sobre las mujeres, Ni Yang revisa su trágico destino de su vida anterior, se enfrenta en el centro comercial y supera los obstáculos más desafiantes, logrando éxito paso a paso - un progreso radiante.Observa cómo Ni Yang, con sus pequeñas pero capaces manos, revierte su destino de ser una chica rural ordinaria a convertirse en la mujer más rica de su tiempo.Sin embargo, en el proceso de construir su riqueza, Ni Yang atrae inadvertidamente la atención de un magnate misterioso.Así, el magnate reservado y misterioso a ojos de los demás se transforma en un esposo devoto, convirtiéndose en un auténtico 'esclavo de su esposa'.A partir de entonces, 'la esposa es el Cielo', 'servir a la esposa es el deber'.Esta historia también es conocida como “Los Años en que la Protagonista Conquistó”.

My name is Qin Jue. At only 16 years of age, I'm already the youngest person to ever become an uncle-grandmaster in the Xuanyi Mountain Sect.Also, I'm the strongest being in this entire world!But unlike other transmigrators, I want nothing to do with the outside world and wish to live a leisurely life on a cliff behind the sect, sipping wine and singing songs.That is until one day, a mysterious girl appears in front of my yard…Join Qin Jue as he deals with sneaky sects and greedy, hostile clans, all while raising a "weed" to sentience and creating heaven-defying spirit-energy "guns".

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

“Primum non nocere.”