My stunning iceberg CEO wife - Chapter 393 - 392: Ten Thousand Years Lingzhi (Part 2)

When Dirga signs a mysterious contract, his world is turned upside down. Shadows stretch, reality bends, and he’s thrown into a brutal game where power means survival — and the cost is everything.Guided by a devil with a smile too wide and a past too deep, Dirga must train body, mind, and soul in a realm where death is never far and every choice echoes beyond comprehension.Armed with evolving powers and a weapon tied to his very will, he steps into a world ruled by chaos, facing monsters, trials, and truths that were never meant to be uncovered.But in a game designed by devils, with rules no one fully understands — how far can conviction carry a man who fights not to conquer… but to protect?

ROMANCE! APOCALYPSE! DRAMA LOVING GOD! REBIRTH!The hospital lights buzzed faintly above her, the edges of her vision already blurring into white. Blood pooled in her lungs. No family. No friends. Just the relentless beeping of a monitor counting down her last seconds. Rosalie stared at the sterile ceiling, tears sliding sideways across her temple.“I didn’t even get to do anything.” She whispered. “No love. No one will remember I was here. If anyone’s out there… God, fate, whatever you are, hear me. Let me live again. Somewhere. Anywhere. Let me matter.”When she woke up again, she wasn’t Rosalie anymore. She was Mei Shen, a forgotten noblewoman trapped in a story of cold nights and cruel tyrant hands. One night. No promises. A pregnancy with a tyrant's child. She ran. Hid. Escaped fate’s cruel grip.But less than a month later everything changed.“Subject detected. Lianwei Voss has entered your proximity. Obsession level: 85% - critical. Imminent event : Apocalypse countdown initiated -time remaining: Unknown. New genre unlocked: Dark romance -Obsession + villainous devotion activated.”The game had changed. The rules were gone.“You broke the script. But you will never break me.”God whispered in her ear.The child she carried was a weapon, her vengeance a fire. And somewhere in the darkness, the emperor’s obsession burned hotter than ever.One night, beneath the empire’s broken skyline, she found a stranger, broken, bleeding, unknown. She saved him. Not knowing she was cradling her own nightmare.

Ren Wu died once.Two thousand years ago, he was the Imperial Chancellor who governed Hell itself—an Auditor who enforced cosmic law, taxed gods, and sentenced demons with a brushstroke.Then Heaven and Hell cooperated.He was assassinated before he could finish signing a decree meant to fix the cycle of reincarnation.Now, he has awakened in the body of a dying factory owner at the bottom of the modern Underworld.His wealth is his health.His business is survival.His enemies are corporations, gangs, ancient clans—and the government of Hell.While others cultivate to become immortal heroes, Ren Wu cultivates assets.He monopolizes supply chains.He weaponizes contracts.He turns gangs into employees.He turns ancient cultivation manuals into corrected instruction manuals.To Ren Wu, modern cultivators are not warriors.They are illiterate workers using corrupted translations of Hell’s employee handbooks.As Ren rebuilds his corporate empire, fragments of his sealed memories return…Why did his archaeologist parents send him an ancient coffin before vanishing?Why does the Administration desperately want him erased?Why does every ancient family’s sacred art trace back to Hell?To uncover the truth, Ren Wu must do what he does best:Acquire political shields.Build unions.Exploit loopholes.Rewrite laws.Because in this world…You don’t punch judges.You don’t sue gangsters.And you never fight the system.You become the system.

She always knew there was a woman hidden in his heart, so when that woman appeared, she obediently withdrew. However, unexpectedly, he abandoned his 'beloved' and instead frequently invited her.“Mr. Fu, didn't you say there was a contract to discuss?” He pressed her against the cold wall, continuously approaching: “If you were a bit uglier, perhaps I would want to talk contracts and drink tea with you, but you're so beautiful, I only want to talk love with you.”To him, Qiao Mo was like his most cherished treasure, and whenever others looked at her, he felt they were trying to steal her.