I am chasing a rough man in the 80s - Chapter 858: Why Provoke the Eldest Sister-in-law (Additional - for 550+ Monthly Tickets)

It was supposed to be just another argument with his girlfriend. But Alexander Faust's world was turned upside down when the dead started rising from their graves on February 20th, 2023. Suddenly, the apocalypse wasn't just some abstract concept but his reality.As he fights to survive in a world of death and destruction, Alex must confront his regrets and deepest desires, facing betrayal, despair and the darkness hidden in people's hearts.On the cusp of despair, he suddenly discovers a rare skill that makes him immune to zombie infection but transforms into a fierce and feral Ghoul.Is this skill truly random, or is there some plot in the darkness, always one step behind him?Torn between his former human self and new Ghoul self, Alex develops a new persona to protect his fragile mind.Faust!With newfound power coursing through his veins, Faust sets out to fulfil his wildest dreams. He seeks to reunite with Amy, his girlfriend, and maybe even find love among the survivors drawn to his strength and confidence.But as he journeys through a world overrun by the dead...Faust must also confront his darkest impulses and the consequences of his actions.He is forced to navigate the dangerous territory of being a Ghoul, balancing his newfound desires with the things that truly matter to him.Faust soon discovers that the line between life and death is razor-thin.In this thrilling and dark tale of survival, Faust must find his way in a world that has been forever changed - and hold onto the things that matter most to him before it's too late.

A necromancer and a saint blessed by the Constellations. That’s me.

Chen Chao dreamt of becoming a powerful immortal cultivator, flying on his sword and vanquishing enemies with daoist magic. His hopes were dashed when he discovered that he had absolutely no talent for immortal cultivation.

Refusing to submit to his fate, Chen Chao joined the ranks of countless other talentless martial artists and embarked on the path of martial cultivation, a path scorned by the immortal cultivators.

In this era of strife where martial cultivators, immortal cultivators, and demonic cultivators wrestled for hegemony, Chen Chao will either rise to the top or fall into eternal damnation.

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.