MTL - Become Marvel Daisy Johnson - Chapter 243 9 Snake Castle

Tycoon + Beauties + Rebirth + Humor + Anti-routine“As long as the host interacts with a beauty rated 90 or above, they can receive a cash reward.”“Moreover, for every 30-point increase in the target's favorability towards the host, there is a guaranteed chance to win a prize!”“So, what might the prize be?”“Common prizes include a Beauty Evolution Agent that can enhance the host’s attractiveness from a score of 78 to a stunning 95...”“Well... actually, I don't really care about the money or the lottery. Mainly, I just really love playing games!”From then on, Zhang Jingdong changes his destiny with the help of the extravagant system, reaching the pinnacle of life.

Alternate Title: The Snake Goes Ara AraBy cruel trick of the fates, intervention of stupid gods, or just the apathy of an uncaring universe I find myself woken up as Orochimaru just after he had possessed a woman for his new host. Now I need to find a way to turn this hoard of sycophants and psychos into something that will not only keep me from an early grave, but also how to change it to a force of change in this messed up world.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?