Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters - Chapter 603 - 10 1 pound_5

1.

Zhuang Yan had just split into an Omega when he was taken away by a counterfeit for four years.

The counterfeit was a dog in his previous life, and he would bite everyone he saw, causing a lot of trouble. In the end, he let go, and returned his body and the mess of chicken feathers all over the floor to Zhuang Yan——

An old mother who was heartbroken by my son’s rebellion

An indifferent brother who swore he would never talk to his brother with char siu again

school at stake

plastic fake boyfriend with evil intentions

And just returned from the frontier, gloomy and vicious, self-made from the mud and blood, the strongest Alpha fiancé who can scare all interstellar children to tears, Chen E.

Zhuang Yan: …

That counterfeit who seized the house just finished wearing a Schrödinger’s green hat for others.

2.

Alphas all have half-beast forms, and Chen E is a swan. He is disabled, and most of the right wing is made of metal skeleton and feathers.

Quanxing.com felt that Chen E would break off the engagement with Zhuang Yan sooner or later.

Two years ago, Zhuang Yan said foolishly that this Alpha, Chen E, no matter how high he climbed, he was nothing more than a cripple.

Later, a photo circulated in the home of the heavily guarded major general:

The fair and beautiful Omega lay in Chen E’s arms, kissing his injured wings obediently and sweetly.

【Beautiful and Miserable x Good and Sweet】

A little sweet article about love

Content tags: sweet article future overhead

Search keywords: Protagonists: Zhuang Yan, Chen E

One-sentence introduction: Alpha is fierce but his wings are fluffy

Conception: Facing difficulties, life shines; not afraid of dangers, the right path is smooth.

- Description from novelbuddy

Chen Chao dreamt of becoming a powerful immortal cultivator, flying on his sword and vanquishing enemies with daoist magic. His hopes were dashed when he discovered that he had absolutely no talent for immortal cultivation.

Refusing to submit to his fate, Chen Chao joined the ranks of countless other talentless martial artists and embarked on the path of martial cultivation, a path scorned by the immortal cultivators.

In this era of strife where martial cultivators, immortal cultivators, and demonic cultivators wrestled for hegemony, Chen Chao will either rise to the top or fall into eternal damnation.

Sheng Quan has transmigrated into a novel she once read—a story set in the entertainment industry—and she’s been granted a system.The system informs her: 【Sorry, I’m a newbie system. The only thing I can give you is money.】Sheng Quan glances at the balance in her account, enough to make her the richest person in the world instantly: 【…You’re being modest.】But then the system adds:【You can use the money, but only to invest in exceptionally talented individuals with impeccable character who are currently at their lowest point in life. Only successful investments will yield returns.】For an ordinary person, this would be quite challenging.But Sheng Quan is a transmigrator, which means she has the advantage of knowing the story inside out.With her mind full of dollar signs, she calmly starts counting:* A gentle and kind-hearted film emperor who’s struggling to land roles.* A melancholic singing prodigy whose career was ruined.* A brilliant and beautiful director whose talents are stifled due to lack of funding.* A puppy-like idol who loves the stage but has no opportunities to perform.Sheng Quan waves her stacks of cash: So many potential investments, she’s bound to strike it rich.**Reading Guide for This Novel:*** The female lead is career-driven.* She wields the power of money, staying wealthy from start to finish.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”