MTL - Raising Wolves - v2 Chapter 52

I’ve been reborn? Xiao Ziling, who was facing the eve of the apocalypse, pulled a bitter face. The apocalypse isn’t easy to live in, you know!

In order to have a good life in the future, he must first hug a big, thick thigh. Xiao Ziling’s eyes are on the apocalypse’s future king, Chu Zhitian. He strived to be his reliable and capable Younger Brother, in hopes of being protected under this tree’s shade.

Only, why is it so hard to accomplish this small goal?

This big brother, you are a cheat carrier, you should be able to call the wind and summon the rain. Why the hell are you fighting with me for the Younger Brother position?

That big sister who transmigrated, you want to sponge on my family’s Big Brother? Also, please don’t think of me as a thorn in your side. My sexual orientation is very normal.

Cold-faced little brother, do not always look at me with those suspicious eyes. History has never had someone as ordinary as me. I am a reborn man.

Little sister selling meng, where did you come from? Why are you clearer on future events than I am?

……Your mom, what kind of world is this? Xiao Ziling was left in disarray – this world has a diverse variety of transmigration and rebirth loophole cheats everywhere. Even becoming a younger brother requires you to compete for it. Xiao Ziling was seriously under great pressure!

Seems like a big thick thigh must definitely be hugged securely, Xiao Ziling realized.

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You thought being reincarnated as an extra-side character was bad? Imagine being thrown into the body of a villain who is disowned by his own family and discarded by the author.

Qin Zhaoyue, a hundred-year-old Soul cultivator and famous artifact refiner, dies and transmigrates into a body of 16-year-old Xi Zhaoyue, who was killed on her wedding day.

The unlucky previous owner of the body was an illegitimate daughter of an influential family and was forced to live her whole life in the orphanage. However, at the age of 16, her Guide glands were awakened and as fate willed it, Xi Zhaoyue happened to have the highest compatibility with the youngest, bravest, most handsome Major General of the Empire, a dream husband of the whole Outer Space! Finally, a loving family she so longed for was within her reach… Yet, at the wedding ceremony, her Mental sea was invaded and she died.

Once Zhaoyue figured out the situation she landed herself in, she vowed: she wouldn’t be a proud and self-respecting cultivator, if she didn’t strive for independence, for the right to live the life freely! Cultivate, refine, get stronger! Become your own person!

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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.