MTL - Using a Wok to Reorganize Life and Fly to Immortality - Chapter 107 End of text

Everyone said Su Xiaofeng from Lihua Village was lucky, despite having two kids to drag around, she still married a big shot from the Imperial Capital, making everyone green with envy.But the truth was this:In the 21st century, Su Xiaofeng, a leftover woman who started her own business, died unexpectedly while pregnant and was reborn into the body of a village girl from the 1990s.Right after arriving, she discovered the shocking news that she was pregnant.Touching her chin and then excitedly patting her stomach, Su Xiaofeng said, “It's like finding what you've been searching for without any effort at all.”To ensure that after the baby's birth, she could do whatever she wanted, Su Xiaofeng rolled up her sleeves and got to work, and by accident, she obtained a Spiritual Mirror, renowned for its wealth and beauty.From then on, she went further and further down the path of stepping over Lianhua, tearing apart local thugs, torturing her unkind mother, and beating up big shots... wait, no, on the path to getting rich.Only, her twins were beginning to look more and more like a certain big shot from the Imperial Capital.This story is fictional; rigorists beware!

What would you do if you reincarnated into a doomed novel?Would you rely on a system to get stronger?Steal the protagonist’s opportunities?Kill your future enemies before they even rise?I had none of those options. I only read the free chapters.No cheats. No system. No future knowledge.But that doesn’t mean I’ll wait for death.If the world won’t give me a way to win—I’ll just carve one with my own hands.* * * * *Note: R18 isn't for detailed sexual content, but for dark theme, gore and all.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…

“Wang Cheng, we need to practice more!”

“No, I want to guarantee eight hours of sleep every day.”

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“Wang Cheng, it’s almost nine o’clock, and you’re late.”

“Didn’t you go to work at nine o’clock? It’s still a minute away. Where’s the punch card machine?”

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“Wang Cheng, what variety show do you want to be on?”

“Is there a fishing variety show?”

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