MTL - Tokyo Video Game Tycoon - Chapter 51 Expanding the game: Recruiting employees

One night she gets drunk and mistakes the most well-known Mafia boss for a host and intends to sleep with him.

Oh my! What should I do? It’s best to run away!

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In a world transformed by dungeon gates and awakened classes, Hunters fight monsters to earn power, fame, and fortune.Frank? He awakened as a Trader. F-Rank.No spells. No sword skills. Just one system window… and 500 dimensional tokens.Everyone laughed. Told him to quit. But Frank didn’t need fireballs—he had something better:『Dimensional Trading System Online』Connects to other worlds. One trade per day. Limited inventory. Unlimited potential.He sold candy to bug warriors. Swapped solar chargers for alchemy potions. Bought a sword technique with instant delivery.Then, he opened a booth beside a dungeon gate… and started outselling real vendors.Now, the same Hunters who mocked him line up to buy.Guild-backed merchants want him gone.And Frank? He’s just getting started.He’s not hiding. He’s not cheating.He’s building a business—and a blade arm to match.When monsters strike, Frank fights beside his customers.When dungeon loot drops, he flips it across worlds.From a broke rookie to a cross-realm powerhouse, Frank isn’t just surviving—he’s becoming the most dangerous F-Rank in the business.

In the next life time, he would absolutely not become an author.
He would once again be cursed to the danger of crossing over into a book.
During the time when he broke free of his shell, what he first saw was just the handsome, handsome male lead that he had written.
During the time when the male lead was pinching the small soft flesh of his neck, it was also his first time hearing the male lead’s voice.
“Return goods,” the male lead said in this way toward the vendor stall’s owner.
Pei Bufan: “…… meow?”

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.