MTL - Young Master Quan, How Have You Been? - Chapter 118 Blood kiss

Identity background: Fifteen years old, biological mother died, father unknown, holding a large legacy, poor performance in entrance examination, please choose a guardian.
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Candidate one: birth mother’s brother, not close, but eloquent, very gentle, reliable and sincere.
Option two: The eldest son of the father who has never been seen. His occupation is unknown. His age is unknown. Nothing is known.
In the last life, Yu Shulin chose his uncle, his mother’s funeral was all done by him, and he promised to take good care of him.
The selection is completed, and the result is being read …
After the choice was made, open the [pit you pit you pit you till you die] ending, please accept.
Yu Shulin, who was counted by his uncle’s family for his inheritance, was eventually released from prison, but immediately got killed …
@ # ￥% & * …… Restore the file.
Identity background: Fifteen years old, biological mother died, father unknown, holding a large legacy, poor performance in entrance examination, please choose a guardian
↓
Candidate one: birth mother’s brother, not close, but eloquent, very gentle, reliable and sincere.
Option two: The eldest son of the father who has never been seen. His occupation is unknown. His age is unknown. Nothing is known.
After the rebirth, Yu Shulin, whose negative energy exploded, said to hell and chose option 2!
The selection is completed, and the result is being read …
After reading the results, open the ending of [Just want to love you with the overbearing film emperor], please accept.
Yu Shulin, who was captive and was boiled like a frog in warm water: (╯ ‵ □ ′) ╯︵┻─┻WTF!

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A fourth chance at life. The last chance.Zarek remembered when he first experienced the Godsfall Apocalypse. Those tears of red and sparkling rouge that split the skies, opening up one dangerous realm after another.That feeling of helplessness had been palpable, heavy... suffocating. It hung above his head like a guillotine, an edge graced by death's kiss...He grinned at it.One last ride, no Talents left on his stat screen, and nothing but a dull machete and his girl by his side. What was a better thrill than that?How could he possibly fail a fourth time?Unfortunately, there were others. Other Rebirthers. Some that might have been on their last attempt just like him, or some that still had more to give to this cruel world.None of it mattered, though. He had planned everything out meticulously, each life playing its own role.He would come out on top this time. How could he not?He was Zarek Ashborn.

The literature of this other world was atrocious.So, I plagiarized.Don Quixote, Anna Karenina, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, The Metamorphosis… I thought that unraveling the literature of the original world would advance the literature of this other world.“Those who dream and those who do not, who really is the mad one?”“To live or to die, that is the question.”“No matter how fatal the mistake, it is different from a sin.”But then, people began to immerse themselves too deeply in the novels I plagiarized.Can’t a novel just be seen as a novel…?