MTL - Dragon Who Controls Time - Chapter 372 On this day, the people of the Empire recalled the fear of being dominated

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.

“Is this a game, or did aliens make me time-travel?”

“It’s terrifying, people who die in the game actually die in the real world!”

“Damn, the whole city is mine, and there are still things that can be brought from the game to the real world, it’s just…”

Song Jian aimlessly wandered through the empty city, accompanied only by mutated zombies and monsters. His only goal now was to survive in such a zombie-infested Doomsday City.

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Undercover police officer: We are two-on-two, so we can’t be careless.

FBI undercover: I’m in a one-on-three, and I have to be vigilant.

Zhenjiu: My teammates are very reliable, I don’t need to worry at all, and I give comrade hr Jinjiu a five-star praise.

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The semi-invincible text, some of the protagonists refer to Dazai Osamu, the stray dog.

Without a heroine, the only thing that can make the hero’s heart beat faster is the bill.

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Anthony Saunders died an orphan, alone and miserable because of a pandemic disease, and was transported to another world as a farmer’s son named Anton. The surprising thing was there was a tattoo of his favorite game Diablo II on his wrists. He was able to enter the game even virtually and all spells and stats of equipped items will reflect in the real world but unfortunately, he can’t take items from the game to the real world. He could use the inventory though!The best part was his Diablo II icon had an internet browser that allowed him to surf the internet from his previous world, but he couldn’t communicate with anyone, just search, read, and watch using the browser, but it saved Anthony from the greatest affliction of all, Boredom!With all the information from his previous world at his fingertips, he should become rich right? Well…