MTL - From White Box To Supervision - Chapter 105 contradiction

Waking up in a carriage, Wang discovers something was wrong. But due to weakness he finally finds himself in an ancient room. From the moment he comes to terms with his transportation, he has to do everything ti become stronger, due to fear of being killed off anytime.

As someone from Earth, where people had more freedom, he did not feel very safe in a world where slavery still existed with martial arts masters roaming around.

When he discovers the existence of an attribute panel, he decides to take the invincible road.

But things don’t go his way when he survives in the hidden realm with his family only to be ejected into an unfamiliar savage world dominated by the monster clan.

Having to protect his family and become strong while surviving in a world dominated by a simple rule, the strongest fist is the law.

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People say that when a man becomes middle aged, their appearance and energy will become weak. Ye Qing Xin doesn’t feel that way. At least Jing Bo Yuan is not, his appearance and energy is still really great.

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST]

“Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared.

“I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!”

As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion!

How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto?

What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public?

Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten!

EXCERPT:

“Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply.

“Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly.

“Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims.

“You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!”

“How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!”

“You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?”

This is a story of a transmigrator leading a small martial sect to rise. It is a fantasy tale set in a world of ordinary people cultivating and vying for supremacy, without the assistance of any system.