MTL - The Puppeteer of Academy City - Chapter 222 Misaka Ten Thousand and One in Action

Ahjung is preparing to fake a marriage with her gay childhood friend Jigyung in order to earn 500,000 dollars. She was an unknown actress at the age of 33 and was expecting her parents to strongly disagree but wait. Why is no one stopping us? Why is this so easy?

And as the marriage was about to succeed.

“Brother, are you crazy?”

A man crashed in and shouted.

“I AM AGAINST THIS MARRIAGE!”

Gojo Satoru always knew he could travel back in time whenever his life was in danger. After surviving betrayal, the battle at the Prison Realm, and his fight with Sukuna, he realized he needed a fresh start. When he opened his eyes, he was sixteen again—his first day at Jujutsu High. Nothing had happened yet. This was his chance to change everything.But something was wrong. Geto Suguru was missing.Gojo searched all of Tokyo but found no trace of him. Then, a year later, during a mission near Shinjuku Station, he spotted a familiar face—a boy with a bun and strange bangs.Gojo’s heart raced.Geto Suguru: “Who are you?”

When the eldest prince Luo Fei reached 18 years old, the database automatically screened the genes of omegas across the entire empire for matching. The only son of a wealthy businessman, Mo Lin, had a gene match of more than 90% with the eldest prince. However, the moment he saw Mo Lin, Luo Fei learned that this omega is a sick child with paralyzed legs, hemiplegia, and severe mental illness???

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“What? What are you talking about?”This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]The boy’s face hardened.Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.“Um, are you really Mashin?”The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.