MTL - I Am a Corpse Collector In the World of Cultivating Immortals - Chapter 32 Building the third floor of the foundation, we will fight

[Raising Babies + Sweet Romance]Su Xingwan wakes up inside an old-school CEO novel—as the “evil aunt” who starves and beats the three genius children left in her care.In the original plot, the kids’ uncle arrives, sees the abuse, and locks her away to die in a psychiatric ward.But Su just got here—and she’s read the whole book.Looking at the three bony, wide-eyed toddlers, she decides:“Plot twist—I’m fixing this.”• Eldest (Da Bao): a prodigy sold to a celebrity couple, future business titan.• Middle (Er Bao): bound to a villain system that keeps whispering, “Find Uncle—destroy the aunt!”• Youngest (Little Bao): mind-reader, destined to be the story’s adored koi heroine.Su sets out to undo every scar the original owner left.Little Bao blinks: “Why is Bad Aunt suddenly… nice?”Er Bao narrows his eyes: “Trap detected.”Da Bao clutches his siblings: “She’s brainwashing you!”When the formidable Uncle Lu Yun finally arrives, he expects a rescue mission. Instead, he finds three giggling kids curled in Su’s arms—and decides the children aren’t the only ones he wants to take home.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

Aelock, proud of belonging to a prestigious noble family, falls in love at first sight in a chance encounter with Klopp, who belongs to a lower-ranking noble family. Aelock approaches him without paying any mind to the difference in wealth and status, even disregarding the taboo of alpha-alpha relationships. However, Klopp takes no notice of him and marries another omega.

The Strongest Magic meets the Mightiest Mecha.

I have stolen Golden Mechas from the deepest vaults of the most tightly guarded fortresses in the world.

I have personally destroyed more armies than the top three superpowers have in the span of the Absolute War - combined.

I burned down the terrorist megacity of Habon.

I was expelled from the Union of Heroes at a younger age than people are allowed in.

I have talked to Ancient Gods, loved women, and devoured mechas that would make superpowers cringe in fear.

I have faced demons head on in moonless nights others fear to speak of during the day.

I am deified in a thousand cultures, and labelled as the devil incarnate in the rest.

I am the Mecha Emperor.

You may have heard of me.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

This is where it all began.

A junkyard.

Oh no, this isn't your clean, mechas-only junkyard that was the 'starting point' of many mecha geniuses out there.

I have seen and heard my share of rags-to-riches stories, and many of them claimed that they had started from 'junkyards' and slowly grew to be where they were right now.

From Zero to Hero, they declared.

You can do it too, they said.

As long as you work hard, everything is possible, they claimed.

I call bullshit.

Life doesn't work like that.