MTL - Dressed As the Heart of a Paranoid Boss - Chapter 958 Ye Xian, you are kidding me

Lin Nianhe, the leading lady of the apocalypse, came equipped with a top-tier space, furiously hoarded tens of billions of resources, and then — she traveled through time!The first day, a fierce squabble unfolded;The second day, the production team's competition for overachievement was fiery hot;The third day…Lin Nianhe: “Comrades, be inspiring!”The crowd, struggling: “Hardworking guy, stop brewing motivational speeches.”Lin Nianhe: “All the aunties are so adorable!”The production team's aunties, hearts shattered: “Xiao Lin has hogged all the brains in her family.”Lin Nianhe relished in dramas, smashing feet with excitement, as she performed her new script brilliantly.The swap of resources made her little treasure chest increasingly rich;Tailored teaching, students acing their exams with full marks!Lin Nianhe, with education in her left hand and economy in her right, ignited the darkness with sparks of light.The first time Su Yuncheng was asked when he would tie the knot with Lin Nianhe, he said, “Let me first win over her parents.”The second time Su Yuncheng was asked when they could taste the wedding candy, he answered, “Wait until I've conquered her dozen or so siblings.”The third time Su Yuncheng was questioned about his relationship progress with Lin Nianhe, he replied, “Our relationship is stable, but the entire village of three hundred, young and old, are all trying to snatch her from me.”He then turned around, pitifully searching for his delicate childhood sweetheart: “Hehe, when will you make it formal with me?”Lin Nianhe responded offhandedly: “Wait till I finish building this batch of schools.”The next day, Lin Nianhe discovered that the sites she'd chosen for the schools had already started construction overnight![Cool community leader · Unknowingly charming · Little drama queen × Cunning · Self-challenger · Big friendly dog]

The eldest son of the assassin aristocrat Tuatha Dé.

The skill, experience, knowledge of the previous life, magic, all of which grows his power as an assassin.

Excellent assassins pass through. He was usually admired as the ideal lord, and behind it wielded a blade as an assassin aristocrat.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

"Ding! Congratulations on binding God's Chosen One. You will receive 150% of the other party's