MTL - Great Tang Broom Star - v2 Chapter 1162 This is the foundation of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty

Wei Qiqi is the only successor of Wei Corps inheriting a hefty fortune. However, her stepmother bribed a witch from Thailand, harming her with two ancient witchcraft curses.

The first: is to send her off to an era of chaotic war with no way of returning

The second: is to have a disfigured look. In order to restore her appearance she must give her first night to the man that truly loves her.

Wei Qiqi thought of countless ways to return to the modern world but due to the turn of events, she became a renowned general throughout Great Han meeting the handsome and almighty third prince. With his majesty’s imperial joke, Wei Qiqi the ugly maiden was bestowed a marriage to third prince causing him to become a laughing stock by the whole world.

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Li Hao: What? Someone jailbreak? Huh? Why is there an exclamation mark on the reward notice?

[Click on this reward notice to get the location information of the jailbreaker~]

Li Hao: There is an exclamation mark on this scratch pad?

[Scratch this card and you will win a prize, don’t miss it~]

Li Hao: There is actually a question mark on this box of pills?

[This is a box of life-saving pills, which can save the life of an old man. The host can receive the task and go to a fixed location… and you will get an unexpected surprise~ Do you want to receive the task? Yes! no! 】

Li Hao: Can you still receive the mission? Eh…that person also has an exclamation point? Huh? This dog actually has hints~

[Ding dong, congratulations to the host, for completing the task, you will be rewarded with a villa worth tens of millions…]

[Ding dong, congratulations to the host, complete the task, reward a Bugatti Veyron…]

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When a normal human suddenly dies and enters another world with the almighty cheat, their very own system, what do you think would happen?

They will rise above every other being and soar the skies, for they will become an unstoppable force that brushes through the entire world, causing waves... Or so it normally goes, right?

After Victor dies, he did get transmigrated, but it wasn't as a rich young master or some character with unfathomable potential. NO. He woke up as a random dungeon mob in another world...

Read to follow Victor's journey through his new life as a mob.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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