MTL - Superstars of Tomorrow - Chapter 29 The company has preferential treatment for talents.

“In a realm where cultivators command the elements, bending mountains and traversing celestial rivers, their power is unmatched. Among these mighty beings, the body refiners are renowned, their mere presence capable of rending the heavens and reshaping landscapes. Their skill in crafting transformative elixirs commands respect and admiration. A legend in the Upper Realm, known for an ascension gone awry, suffered the loss of his physical form. Yet, in a stroke of fortune, he discovers a way to regain his corporeal existence. Embarking on a rejuvenated journey in this mystical land! Resolved to surpass his past achievements, he vows to ascend beyond the ranks of experts, charting a path filled with power and ancient mysteries.”

After dying from staying up too late, Su Yijia found herself transmigrated into a historical novel as a minor female character.Giving money and treasures to the female lead? Daydreaming! All the good stuff belongs to her!Forget about golden fingers; she has natural talent as the daughter of a wealthy family. Tricked her into marrying a disabled tycoon? No problem, he can still be of use after a little fixing.As for conspiracies and schemes.... Watch how she tramples her enemies, punishes the scum, and beats down all those with evil intentions.The yield-boosting liquid she invented help crops to surge fivefold? Her ointments are being snatched up globally?Want to buy something? Take it slow! The treasures she has are beyond your imagination.Becoming rich is nothing. She wants to stand proudly with her beloved homeland, dominating the world together!What? To use the golden finger requires her to kiss and hug her husband?Come on sweetheart, today is also a day for us to cuddle sweetly.Qin Kaize: Online plea for help! With a wife sweet and charming alike, he can't stand one more moment of being confined to a bed. What can he do?“Passionate and Sweet Little Spouse vs. Cold and Mysterious Disabled Tycoon”

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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