MTL - Galactic Garbage Station - Chapter 7 First bucket of gold

What would you feel if after living your whole life out, you found out that you're just a character in a book?

That every encounter and misfortune were just the machinations of the author?

And if one day, you will be given a chance to escape, will you grab the opportunity or remain drunk by your role?

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Philip was one of the puppets of fate and the main character of a famous book. Yet, unlike other main characters, his life was filled with tragedy and later ended terribly.

Then one day, along with the other 99 men, he was summoned to fight for his freedom. He immediately agreed to participate. He wanted to live freely and control his own life.

However, after seeing the might of his 99 enemies, he instantly became reluctant. Can he win against those who control magic and create miracles? He was just an unlucky soulless player with no interesting ability to begin with!

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[Highlight reminder] ABO text, Alpha has organs, don’t enter if you don’t like it! ! ! ! ! !

The rumored second son of the Guan family was a dude who was known to everyone in Chang’an City. He was born prominently and inherited hundreds of millions of fortunes. He was the next head of the Guan family.
Guan Yunyu, who became a top Alpha at the age of eighteen, hid her identity from everyone, only wanted to be an ordinary little beta, and didn’t want to inherit billions of dollars.
The ambition is to leave the Guan family, to be a rich generation, whoever wants to be a rich second generation!
To become the richest man in Chang’an City, to be the number one prodigal son in Chang’an City, to be a free-spirited little bird without feet, to be happy and happy.
But the matter was wishful, and she had no intention of saving the present His Majesty, but she broke through her identity, and then embarked on a road of no return, with constant slaps in the face.
Before I met Gao Yingmin
Guan Yunyu: Who wants to do this AO thing!
Guan Yunyu: Feelings are so vulgar! Talk about money!
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After meeting Gao Yingmin
Guan Yunyu: Your Majesty, I heard that the treasury is in short supply recently?
Guan Yunyu: How about I donate another one hundred thousand taels? What do you think?
Guan Yunyu: How boring is it to make money if you don’t spend it on your daughter-in-law!

Everyone, don’t swear by the words, just look at the pictures and enjoy the text, the ancient style of writing, follow the path of modern writing~ Don’t pay attention to writing~
Xiaobaiwen~~
Superficially slutty and pure heart attack x Bingshan abstinence subject

ABO private setting:
At the age of eighteen, experience the first differentiation, and then experience the second differentiation.. the grade will be stronger
Ambergris is a forbidden fragrance, a pheromone that no one can smell, except Guan Yunyu
Top-level Omega can be marked Alpha, but also Omega, beta…
Then there are those who have ABO, can have children, and those who have Alpha…

Content tags: New Year’s Eve A Soft Spot Encounter by Fate Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Guan Yunyu, Gao Yingmin ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: I just want to be the second son of beta in peace
Conception: to correct the evil and return to the righteous, the second son of the sun all the way

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As a cultivator, Lan Tian never expected she'd been hurled back to the 1970s countryside!Suddenly stripped of her powers, she's surrounded by mud - brick houses and farmland. Facing farming to social quirks with no modern conveniences, she relies on her cultivator's wisdom and resilience.

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.