MTL - I Got Rich By Relying on the Beauty System - Chapter 442 442

After three years of drought, Cangyun Kingdom finally waited for the lucky girl who the Taoist said could change the destiny of the country!

However, the lucky girl Shen Ningning was stolen and thrown into the mountains just after she was born. She was finally picked up by a kind-hearted person. She was also scolded and beaten by her vicious aunt every day, and she almost died!

finally! The wolves couldn’t stand it, so they snatched her away and protected her from now on!

The little guy wasn’t idle either.

The wolves are out of food? Simple! There are tens of billions of supplies in space, so you don’t have to worry about food and clothing!

Will it rain for a long time and the roads will dry up? Don’t be afraid! Lead out the spiritual spring and enrich the entire mountain!

Too poor without money? Fake! A piece of spiritual grass is worth a thousand taels of gold, and wealthy businessmen are fighting for it!

An enemy country invades? Don’t panic! Zaizai silently took out gunpowder and blasted them all into the sky!

The vicious Bai Lian steals the title of Lucky Girl? Shocked! The prime minister came to recognize his father, pamper the cub and punish the evildoers!

Others asked: “Ning Ning, what is your dream?”

Shen Ningning: Raise wolves, make big money, save people’s lives, and torture scum!

The irritable prince Mo Lingwei said: “My dream is to protect my An Ning even if I risk my country.”

- Description from novelbuddy

Choi Hyun-seok, a heavyweight champion of the biggest mixed martial arts league on Earth and the one who was called the strongest had died.Afterwards, he was granted new life as a hero in another world.‘Wealth! Honor! Endless beauties at your fingertips!’With thoughts of such a dazzling future, the first thing that he saw when he came to this new world was a towering ox monster.The monster, who was the commander of the demon army, asked.“Hero? You’re saying you’re the hero?”“Uh…I think…?”And so, that was the start of hell.

The horror game has descended upon the world!Those chosen must risk their lives to control spirits and become spirit tamers to have a chance at survival!However, Lin Yu has awakened the “Divine System,” granting him access to the underworld currency that can be used in the ghost realm!His amount of underworld currency is in the hundreds of millions or even trillions… almost infinite!Therefore, while other players cautiously approach the spirits, trying to please them,Lin Yu’s situation is completely different,Relying solely on the underworld currency in his hands!A seductive ghost secretary is helping him manage affairs in the ghost realm,A cute and beautiful ghost director is pestering him for a business deal,And a fierce and powerful ghost chef is constantly cooking for him in various ways…As he looks at one powerful spirit after another submitting to him,And glances at the other players struggling to survive in the dungeons!Lin Yu sighs!“This horror game…”

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”