MTL - Remarry, No Way! - Chapter 510 You see that I look like something (2)

The protagonist transmigrates into a novel and gains a system where they grow stronger by simply writing in a diary.July 7th, sunny: “The boss’s outfit is hideous again. Wouldn’t it be better to wear something cooler?”July 7th, evening: “I’m about to have my engagement called off. So excited! How should I act?”July 7th, evening: “Lin Qingyue, the female lead, is probably going to drown her sorrows in alcohol.”The protagonist thought it would be easy—just jot down daily musings, record life’s events, and earn rewards. All while playing the part of a villainous, bootlicking second-generation rich kid, moving along with the original plot.But unexpectedly, the female leads gain access to copies of the diary entries.One by one, they stop following the script, and the plot spirals completely out of control.July 10th: “The female boss is an idiot—no one would want her.”Soon after, the protagonist gets punished at work, all because they entered the office with their left foot first.

A surgeon accidentally got the blessings of a system, shocked the medical industry, and rejuvenated countless people.

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"Bowzer, we'll stop here for the night."

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.