Marvel: I'm a Symbiote - Chapter 72 Cindy Moon (3/3)**

After being bound to a self-help system, Xia Changhan lived in deep water every day.

System: You have to counterattack and fight beautifully!

Xia Changhan: No, I can’t do it.

System: You can hook up with the scum’s backer, such as his mother/his sister/his fiancee/his boss/his second uncle‘s sister!

Xia Changhan: No, I can’t do it.

System: Perform well or your wage will be deducted.

Xia Changhan: I will work hard!

Xia Changhan was repeatedly commended by the leader of the Space-Time Bureau.

When imparting experience to new colleagues at the year-end meeting, she burst into tears: “I only have three words for everyone- do it yourself!”

- Description from Novelupdates

I am a female doctor, an obstetrician and gynecologist.

I have only two goals:

To make one person disappear,

To bring a child into this world.

Yet his fragrant medicine-scented presence

Blocks my way!

##This is a rewrite of my previous book titled 'Marvel: Reborn in 20th Century India'.##Here is the actual synopsis of the story:After a tragic end to his life of ambition and regret, Aryan awakens in 1935 as a young prodigy with two lifetimes of memories—and an extraordinary system known as The Celestial Forge. With the power to reshape reality itself, he must navigate a world on the brink of revolution, balancing destiny, rebellion, and the weight of a second chance. Will he rise to reshape the future or be consumed by the power of creation?Note-This book contains political themes of India in 20th century. So anyone who doesn't like these types of novels, be warned before you read this.

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.