MTL - Opening the Ground Stall to Sell Vigorously - Chapter 22 Wangcai's Happy Dog Health

Since Suri disappeared, smiles and laughter seemed to have disappeared from the Clarke family home. Christian, who feels responsible for the disappearance of his younger sister, turns into a terrible figure, all ways and efforts Christian do to find his sister. In his search, Christian accidentally meets a girl who manages to return laughter to him. As his feelings deepen for the girl, Christian must be faced with a painful reality that makes him have to choose to continue his story or end it.

Elena Wilson, an ordinary girl who has a simple dream turns out to have many secrets. What is that secret? Was he the one who saved access to find Suri?

“Doctor, it seems there’s something wrong with my emotions.”

“There’s a clown in the West City circus who can make everyone laugh. I think he can certainly help you.”

“But Doctor… I am that clown.”

“…”

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Waking up in a strange room,

Leonard Churchill finds himself lying next to a stunning woman.

Assuming good fortune has come knocking,

but the eerie part is, she’s a corpse without any heartbeat or breath.

Just when he thinks he’s been roped into a bizarre murder scene,

After a closer inspection,

He realizes,

Shockingly, she isn’t human!

This is a fantastical world after the Great Catastrophe, under the fog-covered land lies countless Underground Cities left by the ancients.

A Treasure Hunter wearing a clown mask travels alone in the dark.

He is Joker Leonard Churchill, the Catastrophe King!

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Billions of people around the world were transmigrated to the game world of “Shining Era.” Everyone became lords and possessed their own land.

They recruited troops, gathered resources, occupied mines, attacked cities and built up their empires.

In this world of lords, the most important resource was the troop lairs where they could recruit troops.

However, the potential of these lairs was fixed. If anyone wanted to obtain a top-level troop, they could only do so by defeating powerful wild troops and occupying their lairs.

However, Richard discovered that he could actually improve the level of troop lairs directly.

From then on, various powerful troops were groomed by him.

When the other players were still leaping with joy from obtaining a high-level troop, behind Richard were a Desert Pharoah, a Demonic Scorpion King, a Mechanical Giant, a Demon Baron, a Blood Archduke, a Five-colored Evil Dragon, and a Fallen Angel.

From that day on, a prosperous and dazzling oasis city was established in the desert. As for Richard, he became the ruler of the desert.

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.