Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast - Chapter 345: Cowardly Sorcery

“I have bad news Boss. Your wife was kidnapped from the cruise ship. Her bodyguards colluded with the kidnappers.”“What? “ The pen he was holding snapped into two. His face contorted in fury.“Find out who the kidnappers are right now! Exhaust all resources to bring her back!” He commanded urgently, his voice filled with both anger and anguish.“Bo… Boss. Their get away boat was caught in a tornado and has capsized. The kidnappers’ bloated bodies were recovered. Your wife is missing.” The assistant was scared to say that probably his wife is also dead.Time stood still.Erik felt as if an iron fist squeezed his heart. It stopped beating for a few seconds and he cannot breathe. Clutching his chest, He staggered backwards and fell down as he lost consciousness.***Meet Erik Lee. He is from a broken family but has an exceptional business acumen. Despite his dark past he became a self made billionaire at a very young age.Aryana Jones is a very beautiful mixed blood woman whose father was Erik’s chauffeur. She hated Erik because he stole his father from her and was the reason for his death.When they met again, he saved her not just once but twice. She has forgiven him for while she hated him in the surface, she has also loved him from the bottom of her heart for as long as she can remember. During their chanced encounter, Erik remembered the promise he made to Aryana’s father when he died in his arms 6 years ago.Who would have thought that when Erik fulfilled that promise, he had caused Aryana too much heartache and exposed her to unknown dangers.Amidst the schemes of their enemies especially the calculative woman who was Erik’s first love, will Aryana survive?

I am a female secretary of an overbearing president in a typical dog blood drama text.

The kind of person who doesn’t have a name at the end of the day, and could only be called “secretary”, one who wears a tight fitting black dress and a pair of 10cm high heels every day, running around in front of the president, humbly praying for the president’s attention, and hating the heroine.

In fact, I really don’t. If I like the president, I’ll be struck by lightning.

I’m getting more and more sick of the president lately. Except for the outstanding appearance that the author forced on him, this person is really useless from head to toe, low in EQ, and low in IQ.

A legendary business genius who is all-powerful, but he doesn’t even understand anything, chickens know more than him.

I had to reject all of his unreasonable demands every day, and on the way, teach him relevant knowledge of economic law and finance, and gradually…he became a master.

I’m so tired, I really want to quit my job.

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David Drinkwater lived his entire career as football's biggest joke.Thirty seven years old, rejected by every major club, and called a “club whore” by fans across Europe, but at Wembley Stadium, in the rain, he finally proved them wrong.Championship playoff final between Millwall and Norwich, and in the 90th minute, he scored the winning goal, then he died.**[Ding. Ding.]****「Host found: David Drinkwater.」****「Synchronisation complete.」**He opens his eyes in an eighteen year old body.Demien Walter, a failed Fiorentina academy prospect and suicide attempt survivor with an overall rating of 48, no team, and no future, but David brought something impossible with him.**[Ding.]****「Ultimate Gacha System activated.」****「Mission: Rise from nothing. Become the greatest footballer in history.」**Training earns points while matches earn rewards, and achievements unlock legendary packs.Every pack opening could change everything, whether through common stat boosts, rare techniques, or epic abilities, yet there's always the ultimate prize.**[Ding.]****「Diamond Pack opened.」****「Congratulations. Andrea Pirlo — Regista Vision obtained. Passing +15. Vision +10. Legendary Trait unlocked: Deep-Lying Playmaker.」**From trialist to conquering the football world, every pack, every point, and every impossible moment building toward football immortality.They called him a failure once, and they called him wasted potential, but now, with forty years of wisdom in an eighteen year old body and a system that rewards every drop of sweat with power, David will rewrite football history.One pack at a time.**Some dreams get a second chance, and some legends get a second life, so this is his.**

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.