MTL - I Woke My Vegetative Husband up at Our Wedding Night! - Chapter 217 I knew it earlier, it's more absurd

Jack regarded himself as the greatest failure in the world; a broke unemployed law student who does nothing but laze around all day.This was until he was chosen by the Urban System.[Urban System Activated.]With its activation, the system elevated him beyond ordinary, gifting him the kind of video-game skills only protagonists possessed… and exposing the world’s real, long-buried truth.In reality, no human in the world was actually human. Everyone were descendants of fantasy races, each possessing strange powers and abilities that was supposed to exist only in myths and legends.Moreover, with the activation of the system, he had inherited the fate of the previous user who live the truth of the world all his life.Now Jack must confront that destiny, facing the dangers of a world far more fantastical… and far more perilous… than he ever imagined.

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.

The day of marriage. Lifting the sedan chair to the door, he lightly lifted the sedan curtain, but he saw no newcomer, only a piece of paper pressed under a stone.

Looking at her flamboyant font, his thousand-year-old pupils faintly spurted out a few flames. good very good. On his perfect and impeccable face, there was a faint smile, not angry but smiling.

However, no one saw the hidden chill in that smile. That woman dared to run away from marriage, he would let her know the consequences of doing so.

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