Ultimate Magus in Cultivation World - Chapter 224: Grand Competition XXIII

Yan Mu Lin, who just got the Best Male CV award, was killed in an accident, but fate made him traverse into another world.

In there, he has more opportunities to showcase his talent. His goal is…

Shao Nuo Yu: to assist his husband and educate the children.

Yan Mu Lin: ……

The otakus who loved to express their shock and regret: （ ⊙ o ⊙ ）

Pan Jinlian‘s CV is actually male, male, male……

Lin Daiyu‘s CV is actually male, male, male……

Daji‘s CV is actually male, male, male……

The drama / movie fans who loved to express their astonishment: （*@ο@*）

X superstar’s voice in this TV drama is super sexy~~

X film emperor’s voice in this movie sounds really distressed~~

X female lead’s voice in this movie sounds really heartbroken~~

They found out that the superstar, film emperor, and female lead unexpectedly had the same CV!

In the end, who is it?! Who is it?!

- Description from Novelupdates

He was a simple man in his past life – a masseuse, not a hero. His hands were trained to heal pain, not cause it. But when fate dragged him into another world, those same hands became the only thing keeping him alive.Unlike the chosen ones who gain holy blessings or unrivaled power, he has nothing but skill, wit, and stubbornness. He doesn’t seek glory, nor does he dream of leaving his name in history.But the world has other plans.A kingdom built on lies. Families fighting for power in the shadows. Betrayals hidden behind smiles. And he? He’s caught in the middle, forced to navigate schemes that could devour him whole.He isn’t the strongest. He isn’t the bravest. But sometimes, the man who doesn’t want the spotlight… is the one who survives it.________I get this alot so I'm going to clarify:This is not a smut novel, there will be romantic scenes but not as pronounced.

Miss Jing in the eyes of Miss Chi: Nouveau riche
Miss Chi in the eyes of Miss Jing: a woman who worships money
After an accident, the way they looked at each other began to change…
The love story of two women who dislike honesty over time (日 is a verb)

Early in the morning, in a hotel, the big bed in the presidential suite…
Chi Jia got dressed: “Jing Rui, even if all the men and women all over the world die, I won’t fall for you!”
Jing Rui: “please Miss Chi remember what she said and don’t come to me again in the future.”

The next day, early in the morning, in a hotel, the big bed in the presidential suite…
Chi Jia got dressed, “I warn you this is the last time!”
Jing Rui: “Miss Chi, I don’t want a next time either.”

A few days later, the two met in a bar.
Jing Rui: “Have you brought your ID card?”
Chi Jia: “Bring…”

Main CP: Fried hair and greedy little designer X sexy and rich restaurant owner
Deputy CP: Huan Tuo Infatuated Design Director X Wen Wan Ke Ren Yu Jie President

[Pit entry instructions or lightning protection]
1. The main and deputy CPs are all doing first and then loving, simple and rude, don’t enter if you don’t like it; HE, don’t tear down the CP;
2. Unrealistic, light-hearted and sweet essays (the kind where the president has a lot of time to fall in love), the plot is sultry and colorful; the industry description is non-professional, sorry;
3. There is a straight-forward plot, but there is no reason to choose a woman after being hurt by a man. Loving someone has nothing to do with gender, that’s all;

Content tags: urban love, happy friends, sweet text
Search keywords: protagonist: Chi Jia; Jing Rui ┃ supporting role: Ning Qian; Wen Jin; Yun Xin; Jian Yi

- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”