Rebirth: Top Actress, Your Big Shot Husband is Jealous Again! - Chapter 86: Thankfully, I Didn’t Marry Him

Transmigrated into the future, Nash, once the father of the first true Artificial Intelligence and the richest man on Earth, found himself reduced to a nameless vagrant, the lowest of the low.Stripped of power and identity, he faced a world that had evolved beyond his imagination. Fortunately, in this bleak new reality, Nash uncovered a hidden gift: the ability to program his body.Once a linguistic genius, a pioneer who gave commands to artificial intelligence with precision and brilliance. What twist could he do now that he is given the ability to program his body?Can't control every fiber of your body?→ [Control Module System]Tired of endless training?→ [Training Module System]Too weak in combat?→ [Combat Module System]Need perfect memory?→ [Memory Module System]In a world ruled by technology and extraordinary, watch how Nash reforge his destiny as he uncovers the deepest secrets of his body.“This time, I won’t build a god. I’ll become one.”

My childhood friend went to the academy.

It is the day of her long-awaited debutante at the age of 15.

Marshallie Gracis, a Viscount’s daughter, witnesses her own fiancé kneeling before another woman and begging for her love.

She was saddened by the unexpected scene of the affair, but her fiancé offered no excuse or apology. She thought the engagement would be broken off, but it wasn’t even that, and the next thing she knew, 10 years had passed without her being married…

25-year-old Marsha had given up on the idea of getting married to become the queen’s maid of honor.

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