MTL - After The Empress Acended To The Throne, I Was Forcefully Made His Greatness - Chapter 396 God? Ghosts are different!

“Mr. Gatson, there’s a little boy at the reception claiming to be your ancestor.”“Chase him out!”“I don’t dare to, his face looks like a younger version of you!”“...”Five years ago, everyone thought she had passed in the orchestrated explosion.Five years later, she returned with her adorable four-year-old and over a hundred million fans.Immediately, some people started panicking, and all sorts of schemes to defame and frame her came one after another.She kept her cool and dealt with their tricks one by one, destroying the menacing whore, and collecting evidence to make her enemies pay for their deeds.And finally, she was accidentally pampered to no end by the most valuable man in the city!

The most feared Assassin in the world died because of vengeance.

He was once the most feared villain in the empire, a master of manipulation who wove chaos from the shadows. Ruthless, untouchable—until the day he was betrayed and executed by the very man he sought to control.But death is not the end.He awakens in the body of Lady Elara Valcrest, a fragile noble girl doomed to be a pawn in political games. Stripped of her former power, she is forced into an arranged marriage with none other than Cairon Everhart—the man who once killed her. He does not recognize her, but she knows him. And she will never forget.To survive, Elara must play a new game. One where deception is her only weapon, and trust is a dangerous illusion. She must outmaneuver her enemies, uncover the truth behind her execution, and reclaim the power she lost. But as she navigates the treacherous world of court intrigue, one question lingers—Was Cairon truly her greatest enemy? Or had she been blind to an even greater threat?Time is running out. The villain has been given one last chance. And this time, she refuses to lose.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.