MTL - Bleach: Secret Intentions - Chapter 192 :reverse

After Mr. A died, he was bound to the system, and promised to fulfill the wishes of the three-dimensional people and die instead of those who should have received the lunch, so as to let them survive and gain the energy of rebirth.
In order to complete the task better, Mr. A has enabled two identities successively.
Ontology: special recruitment of rum, organize excellent employees, work conscientiously, and make wine according to their duties.
Vest: Genzheng Miaohong, graduated from the police academy, the partner of justice will never be absent!
After repeatedly jumping across the abyss of failure, Mr. A discovered that it was not the black-clothed organization that killed him without blinking. His real enemies should be those who don’t listen to people and like to make up their minds and change the plot without authorization! already! people!
especially you! The undercover gentleman with three faces!
After being cheated countless times by Hong Fang’s own people, Jun A burst into tears and cried out in his soul: Let! I! go! die! what! !
I am saving you! Please respect my work, thank you!
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As the youngest cadre of the National Police Agency, Mr. Furuya, who has made great contributions to the destruction of transnational criminal organizations, one of the most regrettable events in his 32-year life so far happened on the rainy day when the organization was completely destroyed three years ago. .
He should have carried that young man’s life on his back, just like the countless people he had killed, until the day of his death.
However, when he woke up one day, he went back to the past.
At this time, the boy who was still a teenager joined the organization on his first day.
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▼CP is obviously zero
▼The main detective, with all his works, has no superpowers.
▼The main theme is he Shuangwen, don’t expect too much from the author’s brain.

Content Labels: Comprehensive Manga Rebirth Young Man Conan
Search keywords: Protagonist: A Jun (Qiu Ze Yao), Zero Jun ┃ Supporting role: Black Fang, Red Fang ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

In this lifetime and every other, I promise to only be loyal to you. Even if I have to crawl back from Hell, I will do so gladly. Wow, you just broke all the cold CEO fantasies.

Like every romance novel, Yun Qian Meng faced the evil stepmother and negligent father. On top of that, she was arranged to marry a scum man who manipulated her, stole from her, and finally... killed her.

When she woke up, she found herself back at the top of the world. It was all a dream, she told herself and moved on... until the scum fiancé made an appearance.

Who was she? Yun Qian Meng. Twenty-five. Founder and CEO of a company worth billions of dollars. The world was at her feet. How dare this scum man think he was worth her?

“My fiancé wants to usurp my company? I’ll bury him alive.”

“My father wants to marry me off for his gain? I’ll find a husband he will never approve of.”

“Of course... He needs to meet my conditions first.”

Who would have known that her arch-nemesis, Mo Qingchen, would present himself in front of her as a potential suitor.

“Lunatic! I wouldn’t marry him even if he were the last man on Earth!”

Ants surrounded Mo Qingchen. He was twice as powerful as her. Twice as wealthy. And the conditions he was offering were top notch. He'd lit the fire and she swarmed to him like a moth to a flame.

“Well, a contract marriage never hurt anyone.”

She was looking for financial and social gain but she ended up on a path to finding herself and things she never knew she wanted.

The curtain rose. Shots were fired. The play began. The broken girl started her journey towards the woman she was destined to be.

All the world’s a stage. And a play is only entertaining when chaos ensues.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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