MTL - Pretend To Be a Boss - Chapter 373v2 consciousness exchange

Betrayed by the kingdom he bled for. Executed by the brother he once protected. Daemon died a war hero—branded a monster.But death isn’t the end. Not for him.Reborn on the day of his cursed birth, under the same blood-drenched eclipse, Daemon remembers everything: the lies, the poison, the crown soaked in his mother’s blood. This time, he won’t beg. He won’t protect.He’ll burn the empire from the inside out.His twin brother Gabriel—the golden child, the “righteous” king—stole everything. So Daemon will take it all back, piece by piece.The nobles who cheered at his execution? Dead.The soldiers who held him down? Ash.The kingdom that worshipped a fraud? Buried under screams.This isn’t about justice. This is about revenge, and Daemon’s not stopping until his brother’s skin hangs from the palace gates.The empire made a monster.Now it gets to meet him.

The real world merged with the game world, monsters came to the world, and herds of beasts raged in the city.

In order to eliminate monsters in the dungeon, everyone who has player qualifications has to hunt monsters, choose a career, keep getting stronger, and protect human cities from being destroyed.

Elemental mage, fire and ice, destroy everything! In the priesthood shield battle, Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and remained unchanged.

However, Han Yu, who had high hopes, chose the summoner profession that even dogs would not choose.

“Summoner? Is there anyone for this profession? Don’t dogs even play?”

“Who will team up with a summoner, let him brush slowly by himself. The two summoned creatures are not enough for me to step on.”

“I heard that his talent is not bad, why can’t he think about it so much, and changed his job to a summoner.”

Until one day, Han Yu was drinking tea while standing behind Huyun Leopard, which was the size of a mountain, and the giant skeleton hand that emerged from the ground gently pinched the boss to death.

Only then did people discover that Han Yu’s summoned objects would not disappear, and could even be cultivated continuously!

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The first thing my childhood sweetheart's did after becoming a wealthy woman was to ask me to marry her, in my poor and destitute state, went to her family to become the son-in-law.“Marry me, and you can live in luxury cars and mansions as you please.No need for work or household choresPlenty of pocket money every day, amounting to a five-figure sumAnd if you want kids, I'll bear as many as you wish.”But when I became this toy boy, I gradually discovered the sickly yandere and perverted control side of my childhood sweetheart...An accident brought me back to the past, live my life again.This time, facing the temptation of childhood sweethearts, I decisively refused!In this new life, my slogan is, drum up the wallet, and stay away from the rich woman!Me: “Sorry, I am the man you can never get in this life no matter how much money you spend!”

Hunter Cha Eui-jae, who was dispatched to seal a rift that appeared over the West Sea, was flung out as soon as he closed the rift. When he came to his senses, he was lying in a garbage dump.Starving, he was drawn like a zombie is to blood to a hangover soup restaurant, where he realized that he had fallen into South Korea, eight years in the future.In this era, disaster alerts notify people of rift openings in advance, ASMR videos of slimes gathered from dungeons were trending, and idle hunters livestream unboxings of A-rank longswords.Unlike the past, where people trembled in fear of an impending apocalypse, the future was surprisingly peaceful, leaving Cha Eui-jae feeling empty. Since things had turned out this way, why not start a second chapter of life as a part-timer at the hangover soup restaurant, rather than being a hunter?“That’s strange.”“…”“Have we met somewhere before?”Cha Eui-jae’s plan to quietly spend his remaining days as the only part-time worker at the decades-old hangover soup restaurant goes awry when he encounters a mysterious, gas-masked individual…DISCLAIMER: The story isn't mine