Eternal Blood Emperor - Chapter 354: Five Element Treasures

I possessed a minor character who marries the prince. I’m not thrilled about it. The prince is a scumbag who flirts with the heroine despite being engaged and eventually gets defeated by the original male lead. In the epilogue, all he does is apologize to his fiancée and marry her, with barely a line to his name. Well, his personality is twisted, but at least he’s handsome. And since he’s the third prince, he doesn’t have to shoulder the burden of ruling the kingdom. That’s decent husband material, I suppose. Go ahead, make a fool of yourself. You’re going to marry me anyway. I’ll just sit back and enjoy watching your embarrassing history unfold. “Doris Redfield. Don’t expect me to ask you to dance at this ball. Maybe not at the next one either. Or the one after that.” “Yes, Your Highness. As you wish.” “Even though we’re engaged… wait, what?” “It’s just a joke proposal our parents once tossed around, isn’t it? You don’t need to take it seriously, Your Highness. I’m really fine with it.” “…Is that so? Yes, that’s… fine, right?” Why are you panicking, prince? You started spouting nonsense first. Where’s your conscience? But then, this guy really has the audacity to ask something outrageous. “…Do you, perhaps, have another man?” The guy who flirted with the original heroine is saying this now? Calm down. He’ll regret this later. All I need to do is remain a devoted fiancée until then. “What are you talking about? A woman like me… plain, not beautiful, with a gloomy personality, what man would even—” “What? Who dared to say that about you?” …You did, in the original story. This guy is acting weird. But he’s not the only problem. “My dear little sister Doris, that dress you’re wearing today is dreadful. No wonder there are rumors His Highness has abandoned you.” “Well, it can’t be helped. His Highness is too good for me anyway.” “…Hold on. Too good? Who said that? Wait, were you really dumped?” The original villainess, who also happens to be my older sister, Natalie, is suddenly interested in my love life. Why are all the original tr*shy characters growling at each other over me now?!

Loved by the general public, loathed by critics—Duke is this kind of director. The blockbuster films he directs are known for their dazzling rapid cuts, endless explosions and fights, and 200% sensory enjoyment, always relentlessly stimulating the audience’s adrenaline.Critics dislike him.“Duke doesn't care about your soul! He's a sadist! He’s just crazily torturing your eyes and ears!”“I work as hard as I can, and I'm happy to see that, apart from the critics, the audience loves the film. So let’s just ignore the critics. I make movies for the audience to enjoy,” Duke once said.He's the kind of director who injects a dose of testosterone into every man around the world, known as a man born when a comet collided with Earth.Some love him, some hate him, but no one can ignore him...................This is a translation of the book Made in Hollywood by the Author white thirteen

“I dodged Truck-kun with a parkour backflip. That should've been the end of it.”After evading certain death with sick moves, genius programmer Runar thought he was safe—until the truck transformed into a freaking autobot and apologized for having to kill him anyway.“I just graduated from Truck Reincarnation Academy! I can't fail my first mission! My classmate will mock me.”Now reborn on Telstra, a world where cultivation meets sci-fi, Runar discovers the ultimate cheat code: runes are the programming language of reality itself. While everyone else grinds through cultivation realms, he's copying physique runes, optimizing techniques, and debugging the universe.But in a cosmos where aliens hunt humans, ancient supremes have left for realms beyond, and power is everything—staying low-key might be harder than he thought.One day, he'll find that desperate truck and give it the beating it deserves.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.