Assistant Architect - Chapter 126: Listening

Ye Zichen was just a normal university student. Or so he thought.

[Mutual Pampering・No Misunderstandings]Having completed her mission as the Empress in Another World, Mu Lingyun was reborn back into her original world,still facing the plight of having nothing and being bullied by everyone.Mu Lingyun said, “No worries, let's sign in first.”【Sign-in successful, congratulations on obtaining a new identity: the lost young miss of one of the capital's four great families, the Rong Family】So,Grandpa: Little Yunyun, the billion in the card is the New Year’s money Grandpa has saved for you over the years...Dad: Little Yunyun, you said you wanted to be a superstar when you grew up. Our family's entertainment company was created for you... to serve you alone...Mom: The jewelry they said you couldn't afford is made by Mom's company. Mom will transfer the company to you...Overbearing CEO Brother: Everyone who has bullied my sister, reflect on the edge of bankruptcy in silence!Top Influencer Second Brother: All who have badmouthed my sister, you're expelled from the fan club!Mu Lingyun: ...Why is it different from before?Forget it, let's sign in again to calm down a bit.【Sign-in successful, congratulations on obtaining an additional identity: the beloved of the Crown Prince of the prominent, wealthy Ji Family】Mu Lingyun: ...

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

In a world where reality shifts with every roll of the dice, a man daily partakes in an extraordinary game with the gods, his actions dictated by his decisions and the face of the dice. He takes great joy in this game until the tables turn, and he himself becomes a piece on the game board. Now, the dice are in his hands, and it’s his turn to shape his own destiny. It’s time for the Snowman to play his part.