MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns - ~ Work related

The only flaw of actor Lee Wooyeon, who is on the road to success without facing a single slump, is that his manager never lasts.

With a time period of three months to observe him as a manager.

Choi Inseop becomes Lee Wooyeon’s manager in search for revenge.

He was not the Lee Wooyeon who was loved by people, but another Lee Wooyeon. Inseop had to uncover the truth.

Because he had made a promise.

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The encounter in the past and this life is to continue the front line? Or continue the past?
Her Majesty the Queen lay lazily half-lying looking up at the sky, and suddenly a pair of legs were placed on her body.
“Pinch your feet.”
“Hey~ as ordered, wife.”

This is actually the story of an empress who transmigrated into an actress and then met her lover in her previous life.
Filming, pampering his wife (in fact, being pampered), and then watching the performances of the melon eaters.
Content tags: ancient wears modern sweet text

Search keywords: Protagonist: Qi Xuning, Yu Lingxi ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: special liking

- Description from novelbuddy

For some reason, Shao Qian devoured half of the system that tried to devour his soul after tricking him into completing missions in worlds where he was horribly humiliated.

Since he didn’t feel like returning to his original world anymore, he decided to return to the worlds of which he had the coordinates and retaliate against them!

But…….

Why is it that every world seems not quite right?

Could it be the method he used to cross through the worlds was wrong?

Why is the female lead completely ignored by the male lead who, for some reason, is currently sticking to him like glue?

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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.”