MTL - Is President Lu Bankrupt Today? - Chapter 1138 Lu Jingying, you don't make sense!

The grandson of the richest person, is just this willful.He doesnt wanna just be a rich guy who spends money for living,At this time, he became a bodyguard of a Beautiful CEO,“Be your temporary boyfriend? Can, but...”“Just show me how can we make a deal, or in other words, what can you do for me?”

This story follows the rise of a regular small time criminal who had the odds against him his entire life.Just when things looked like they were about to come to an end for him, he received the power to turn his life around.Ambitious, Cruel, Manipulative, Cunning and now...Powerful.Follow his story as he makes a name for himself and grows as both a being and an organization by any means necessary, the likes of which the universe has never seen.

Noah was once the King of Kings. He shaped laws, ruled countless realms, and commanded reality itself. Then the Author rewrote him out of existence.Stripped of his throne and cast into the Abyss, a realm where power is stolen and gods are reduced to myths, Noah is forced to begin from nothing. No army. No crown. No authority. Only memory.But memory is dangerous.He remembers what it feels like to rule. He remembers the structure of fate, the weight of narrative, the weakness hidden inside destiny. And this time, he refuses to be a character in someone else’s story.With a chaos-born princess at his side and rebellion rising in his wake, Noah begins his ascent. Puppet kings will fall. Sacred scripts will shatter. The very threads that bind the world will be torn apart.The Author believed he could erase a king.He only created a hunter.And when the last page turns, the one who holds the pen will learn what it means to be rewritten.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…