Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 780 - 248. Remove "metal"_2

Yu Zhengdu joined a small start-up company that claim to offer “life management services”……as a programmer.

On his first day in office, he received a phone call from a stranger: “Hello, I received a text message from your company that informed me of my reincarnation tomorrow……”

Yu Zhengdu: “……??”

Shang Que, the beautiful little boss, said, “New employee, welcome to the Hell organisation in the human world. A thousand years ago, I was known to the human world as the Ghost King of Luofeng Mountain.”

Yu Zhengdu: “……??” From then on, he was incredibly distressed about the development of Hell.

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Nina Sinclair had the worst luck for eight lifetimes. Her boyfriend of three years was getting married, but the bride wasn’t her, and he even wanted her to attend the wedding?In a fit of anger, she found a man to fake a marriage. She planned to have him impersonate the mysterious billionaire uncle of her scumbag boyfriend who was on a business trip, aiming to crush the cheating couple by attending the wedding as his aunt!After getting the fake marriage certificate, Nina discovered she had been deceived.The marriage certificate was real, and the driver husband from the fake marriage turned into her real husband. That man even demanded she fulfill wifely duties!To slap the scumbag in the face, Nina had no choice but to brace herself. Unexpectedly, the husband she picked up on the go had good kidneys, a strong waist, loved her, spoiled her, and even helped her teach the scumbags a lesson, almost spoiling her rotten!Later, she discovered that whenever the billionaire went on a business trip, her bargain husband disappeared. The media snapped a photo of the billionaire with a globally unique pink diamond necklace, which appeared on her dressing table the next day…Could it be that her bargain husband was actually the billionaire himself?!Nina Sinclair: “Explain yourself!”The man walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Calm down, my dear wife, don’t let it affect the baby.”

Akira Tsukihara was a romance author who despised love. Though she wrote best-selling novels filled with idealistic romance, she harbored nothing but contempt for the genre and the readers who adored it. Love, in her eyes, was a lie—an illusion that blinded people from the true forces of the world: power, betrayal, and ambition. One night, in a fit of frustration, she cursed love itself... and woke up trapped inside one of her own stories.Reborn as Aira, a nameless peasant girl in the Kingdom of Seraphis—a world she had meticulously crafted—Akira quickly realizes that reincarnation isn’t the fantasy dream she had written about. She isn’t a noble, a princess, or a heroine blessed with beauty and power. She is a nobody. A commoner, struggling to survive in the harsh realities of the medieval world she had once designed as a mere backdrop for her grand romances.As Aira, she faces starvation, endless labor, and the crushing weight of insignificance. But Akira was never one to accept fate. If she couldn’t escape this world, she would rewrite the story on her own terms. She would carve her name into history—not as the lovestruck heroine of a cliché romance, but as the mastermind who would bend the world to her will.In a land ruled by noble bloodlines and political schemes, where the romance tropes she once loathed play out before her eyes, Aira sets her sights on one goal: destroying the very ideals of love that had imprisoned her in this wretched world.Even if it means becoming the villain of her own story.

I smile. I know I smile. I just don't know when.“Entropy?” After all, the blood in my veins dried up decades ago, only dust remains.“Ephemera?” My begging longingness—all of my dreams, devoured by void. Left is but an empty shell—hollow inside.“Life?” Paradox.“Death?” Cold, but equal for all. Just like the blood in my heart's arteries and veins— frozen—time immemorial.“Universe?” Its fabric—time and space, wrapped around like some illusion, a grand simulation—just like that dream...faint, but there.“Dream?” I couldn't tell...very...disorderly like chaos, like silhouette in the mist, hard to capture, it's memory very faint.“Home?”“Home?”“Are you there?”...***Reality fiction.