MTL - The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack - Chapter 2547 Almost like him

Ashlock awoke in the courtyard of a demonic sect… as a tree.

A tree that eats people.

And one that grows stronger over time due to a daily sign-in system and cultivation.

At twenty, she had a child in secret.At twenty-two, she was discreetly married into a wealthy family.Qin Mu lost her mother at the age of seven and was sent abroad by her unscrupulous father when she was only eight. Little did she expect her future to be so bright, she decided to climb up on Mu General's shoulders with great strides.Mu Yichen went from being Rongcheng's top heartthrob to its youngest tycoon—arrogant and wise, unfathomable, yet he somehow fell into the hands of a little lass.——About marriage.“Mu Yichen, we are just—friends!”“That can't be the reason you reject me!”Qin Mu was scared stiff, as Mu General rudely carried her off to the marriage registration office, to sign, to stamp, to get the certificate!——Hidden marriage for too long.“If you say our daughter is adopted from the orphanage, I won't argue with you, but when will you make me public?” In broad daylight, Mu General pinned Mrs. Mu against the corner wall, threatening her with a devilish charm.“Depends on your performance!” Mrs. Mu smirked, and the next moment, she counterattacked Mu General.“Quick, cover your eyes!” Mu Baby, who had been ignored on the side, immediately covered her eyes.

[Ding!! Ultimate Cash System Awakened ][Ding!! Mission: Study for One Hour. Minimum Reward: 1000$][Ding!! Mission: Greet the campus beauty. Minimum Reward: 600$]Lukas, dying a tragic death regressed back in time; the first thing he did was study hard and get into an Ivy League university. Last time he died like a homeless dog who couldn't even afford food on the street, so he vowed to change that this time around.Lukas still remembers who was behind his demise but decided to make himself wealthy first because he knows revenge is a dish poor people can't afford. With his “Ultimate Cash System,” he's going to become ultra-rich and crush those bugs along the way.Additional Tags:#nontr#noyuri#famousprotagonist#handsomeprotagonist#lightcomedy#regression

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.