MTL - Quick Transmigration: Fate Trading System - Chapter 340 Little Sweet 13

What happens when you run really low on luck and get intimately entangled with a perfect on the outside and ruthless on the inside man? Well, sparks fly but not the kind you imagine in cute fluffy love stories.

Already an orphan, Xia Xi Jin has been struggling through these past years to make a bare minimum living. She is a struggling writer who seems to have a careless attitude towards life and a dirty appearance. However, after a one-night stand with President Xi Mu Tian everything changes.

Being forced into a marriage Xi Jin tries to adapt to her new life, new friends and begins to unravel the mysteries of her past and that of her husband. Can love bloom in this penned down marriage of convenience. Read to know!

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Got the Superstar System, eagerly entered the entertainment industry, only to find that it took ten years for the system to finish loading.[Reward: 6.3 million shares of Penguin stock][Reward: 2 million shares of Maotai stock][Reward: 3.71 million shares of Mrs. Hua's stock][Reward: 300,000 shares of Apple stock][Reward: One special effects company][Reward: One metaphysical Santana 2000, immune to three car accidents]Qi Hao originally thought he was working for the system, completing tasks like a puppet on strings.Even felt a sense of shame from a certain play.It was only later that he realized his shallowness and ignorance.This wasn't him working for the system; it was clearly under the system's help, having various capital tycoons work for him.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

Ham Dani, a normal student whose hobbies were to read novels.