Split Zone No.13 - Chapter 17

Five hundred years later, a superhuman talent cultivated by the state perished during a mission, and his soul transmigrated, taking possession of the body of a young master from a prominent family who suffered from an anxiety disorder. From that moment on, his extraordinary life began, spanning across various fields such as business and medicine. Wherever he set foot, others could only look up to him.

Accidentally entered an ABO novel, and before Mu Er realized that he had an extra organ, he was confused and completed the first great harmony in his life with an Omega.
But when he woke up, the man had disappeared, and Mu Er thought it was just a dream.
Unexpectedly, a few months later, when Jiyou was pointing at the handsome face of the man in the news to her excitedly praising the most outstanding Omega on the planet, she was suddenly tied to that man.
Mu Er was nervous and puzzled, she asked, “Sir, you…”
The man unbuttoned his suit, pointed at his slightly long belly, his face flushed, and he said to her, “responsible.”

(Privately set like a mountain) (O pet A) (Mines clearance: the author’s female lead)
One sentence introduction: Mr. Ba came to me with the ball to take charge
Purpose: Life is precious, and we must be responsible for it.

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I'll take care of it. The uncle of her husband on their wedding night whispered viciously in her ear. In front of a frightening Steel Blooded Business Demon, he was the one who was crazy for favoring his wife.

He had begged her to pave the way for her so that she could do whatever she wanted. If not, he would pamper her to the heavens. Just because he glanced at the clothes, he directly monopolized the entire shopping mall under her name. He said, As long as you want it, I want it!

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.