MTL - Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property - Chapter 89 possibility

Chen Mobai, a male protagonist and a third-year student of Xianmen, is currently working hard to review and prepare for the entrance exam of the Daodao Institute.Originally, his biggest dream in life was to successfully establish a Foundation, until he was able to travel to another world of cultivation, and then his dream changed...When Wei Yuan finally had the opportunity to lie on a wooden chair and bask in the sun during a peaceful era, countless demons and monsters had already been sealed in the museum behind him.

The pessimistic and negative daughter of a concubine living in the ancient times thought – since life is so difficult, why should one invest serious effort in struggling to live?

The life of an ancient noble woman is often determined and controlled by her family. Moreover, one’s actions often implicate one’s entire family – thus, it is fairly common to see an unexpected calamity result in suffering borne by one’s whole family. Managing to live a good and successful life while retaining one’s dignity is simply too difficult to achieve.

Ah, living in the ancient times is simply too dangerous – we should all just sleep till we die.

In a world of monstrous pirates and a corrupt World Government, a new power is rising within the Marines: “Black Hair” Roya. Reborn with a unique ability and a burning ambition, he climbs the ranks with shocking speed, leaving a trail of both fear and admiration.He inspires loyalty, yet manipulates everyone around him. He upholds justice, yet his methods are anything but just. He is a master strategist, a deadly fighter, and a charmer of powerful women.But what is his ultimate goal? Is he a savior who will reform the corrupt Marines from within, or a ruthless tyrant who will forge a new world order in his own image? The answer lies hidden in a sea of blood, ambition, and broken rules.---Get ready for your daily dose of One Piece: I'm Destined to Be the Son-in-Law King! ^_^ New chapters will be unleashed every day.Let's see how many chapters I can manage each day! Your support (and reviews!) keep me going! ^_^Enjoying this story? Be sure to check out my other translation projects too:- Naruto Paradise: An Evil Uchiha's Rise- Young Master, Please Become Hokage!This is a translation, I'm not the authorTranslator: Boundless_Beacon

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.