MTL - You Agreed To Fight Mechas, But Your Body Exploded Into Stars? - Chapter 193 Only one reincarnation of all members

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into An Jiuyue, a woman living with two young children on a mountain after her husband abandoned her. She was pushed to the ground, and now, there was a bloody wound on her head.

With only a handful of rice left in the rice bag, she had relied on digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger every day. Her children were so often starved that they were all skin and bones. On top of that, a wicked woman threatened her to sell her son! If she refused, the woman would snatch him away forcefully.

But An Jiuyue took a deep breath, revealed her sharp claws, beat the woman up, and threw her out of the house. She could show the woman she was not to be messed with!

They were out of rice and vegetables now, but she was not afraid. Acquiring food using her spatial abilities was as easy as curling her fingers!

Moreover, her spatial abilities were unlimited, and her medical skills did not deteriorate. She could no doubt earn money and raise her children well!

As for her ex-husband…

The prince, who had returned from the battlefield, smiled maliciously. “My beloved concubine, please calm down. I brought back a mountain of gold from the battlefield as a gift for you and our children.”

The daughter Xu Youyou, whom the Xu family sent to the countryside to recuperate many years ago, has returned to fulfill her engagement with the Lin family.

On the eve of the wedding, the groom escaped from marriage and went abroad to find his Bai Yueguang, everyone: wow… [eat melon expression]

Xu Youyou: Oh huh.

In the next second, the white and soft little hand grabbed the man’s sleeve, and said in a sweet and glutinous tone, “Mr. Mo, can you marry me?”

…

Mo Shenbai is a pure-hearted, mysterious and low-key business tycoon. He has been in the elusive shopping mall for ten years. No newspapers and magazines dare to publish a photo of him, and there is not a single strange person who can let him take a look.

Everyone said that Mo Shenbai’s marriage to Xu Youyou must be an agreed marriage, and they will definitely divorce after one year.

Xu Youyou ate her melon with gusto, but just when she was eating, she realized that something was wrong.

No need to pay for shopping, no need to order food, no matter where you go, everyone greets her warmly: Mrs. Mo is good.

Later, the dark and white Bai Yueguang came back, and the ex-fiancé expressed affectionately: “Yoyo, only I really love you, come back to me, I don’t despise you.”

Before Xu Youyou could answer the man’s domineering embrace, her low voice was sexy and sultry: “Baby, you didn’t tell him, here is the crystallization of our love.” Her warm big palm pressed against her flat belly.

Xu Youyou blushed, and the scumbag blushed…

[Brainless Mary Sue loves text after marriage | Focus on male abuse two]

- Description from novelbuddy

I was left paralyzed with only a month to live, but that “9-inch” part of me was still hard as a rock. Even the sickly beautiful schoolgirl couldn't resist my “pecker,” and to fulfill my dying wish, my sister even dressed up as a lady in black stockings to teach me how to “drill.” What's more outrageous, the hospital nurses wanted to make a little movie with me, lining up with the head nurse at the front...Just after coming out of the emergency room, I saw the system panel:Name: Ethan JonesGender: MaleLength: 9 inchesSkill: Hard as a Rock LV1Note: Peak human hardnessDying Wish: To caress auntie's sheer black stockingsTask Reward Points: 1000 pointsDespite my strength and stamina attributes being only at 1, and my agility at 0, only my “pecker” could lift the heavy blanket while doing squats. My face was full of question marks—what kind of bug is this system? Just because I like looking at auntie's legs, did it give me such a special skill?Now, I have no choice. I must complete tasks to earn points and add attribute points.However, the story actually begins 12 hours earlier...

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.