MTL - Single Mom in the Eighties - Chapter 55 One more update on the last day of November

I am going to die.That’s how the game goes.The less I know, the better—a hardcore otome game where the tragic villain, Johan Von Matilda, is fated to fall by his own daughter’s sword.A mere stepping stone for the protagonist to win the main heroine’s heart.And now? I’m him.“…Are you kidding me? I won’t let my daughter become a simp with no personality!”The problem is, I am just a healer with money and influence; my daughter hates me and is obsessed with him.The protagonist is obviously the one with unlimited plot armor. Blessed with Schrodinger’s Cat—an overpowered skill that makes him literally unkillable.Ding![System: Gambler’s Gambit Initiating…][All choices lead to a different ‘ending’… Choose wisely.][Earn points based on your choices. Points can be used to gamble.]“Hahaha! Be prepared to be broke, system! People don’t call me the Gacha God for nothing!”[Quest 3 Triggered: Fate had another plan][1. Actually become a traitor and betray the kingdom] (Rewards: 5,00,000 points)[2. Start twerking aggressively towards attacking Selene] (Rewards: 1 Million points)[3. Kill yourself dramatically: Yell to Leonard that “they will come after you too old friend” and bite your tongue.] (Rewards: A massive civil war will break, killing millions all over the world)[4. Beg for mercy while calling Leor your father. Kneel and ask if he’s proud.] (Rewards: Two million points and a possibility of survival.)[5. Accept your fate] (Rewards: Death)“...WTF!!”Yet a devious grin appeared on his face.This time, he will decide the ending, no matter what.“What?”“She’s still alive?”“…Wait. This isn’t how it was in the game. Why is the protagonist… changing?”[Warning: Even though at face it appears like any normal webnovel, I will warn ya there are many uncomfortable things and strong topics, grimdark stuff, and tragedy, more like Reverbed Inanity, but with dark humor, not everyone can read it with straight face, so be prepared, but I think even if you never read books like this, you will like this, cause it's done in a pretty fresh way.]

Skyscraper's rooftop.Fang Cheng is sweating heavily, relentlessly training.1000 airborne clapping push-ups.1000 two-finger push-ups.1000 one-arm pull-ups.1000 one-arm handstand push-ups.1000 single-leg squats.Plus, holding a dragon flag and a Baki plank for one hour.Looking in the mirror, Fang Cheng shows a satisfied expression.“All six skills are maxed out, I can finally synthesize the mythic talent, Asura's body.”Neon-lit chaotic dark city, countless crimson eyes lurking around.Conglomerates, serial killers, cultists, gene-modified beings, rebel groups…Fang Cheng, with his panel, intrudes into this seemingly ordinary mysterious world.Gaining experience and cultivating through push-ups.Fitness, boxing, sanda, parkour, meditation, breathing, qigong…Each seemingly ordinary skill achieves unimaginable heights.Pushing human limits ever higher, crushing every so-called “monster.”Until — becoming the god of the new world!

Wu Tao, a small mysterious trader, suddenly appears in the city of Jinan and encounters with Yuanbao, a foxy little beggar. Wu Taos identity as a trader is suspected soon, because on the day before he appears, Sun Jicheng, a millionare in Jinan dies a mysterious death, and people finds the dead one is his substitute. Around the countless wealth, confusing identity and the seven mysterious stars in the little beggar, various figures come on stage, starting a magical adventure story.

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.