MTL - Supreme Little Fisherman - Chapter 1204 Mu Cheng's assertion

“We are well aware that the relationship between us is not healthy. Our love is far from perfect. It’s messed up. Just like us.”

– Bing Shi & Mr. Jelly

After a painful separation, Bing Shi gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to get back together with the ‘love of her life’ under one condition. To get one of her wishes granted, she will have to travel to different worlds and finish all the assigned missions from the System HeadQuarters.

In each world, she will encounter the best species of men — men that are many times more influential than the Mr. Jelly from her previous life. Will she be able to resist the alpha men that could make any human fall to their knees?

Bing Shi is not sure if she will be able to finish all the missions, but she will surely stay loyal to her boyfriend until the very end.

No matter what it takes, she will be stronger than the bad things that have happened to her.

She will be stronger than the sadness that threatens to consume her.

She will be stronger than the darkness that tries to pull her down.

And, because of that, she will be able to keep moving forward and find a way to make life work for her......

After Li Chen died, he finds himself reincarnated in Feng Jianyu body,

He has now found himself in a world filled with powerful cultivators who form Sects or Join Sects to strive cultivation.

This is Feng Jianyu journey in the majestic world of cultivation filled with sects .

Song Xuanhe transmigrated into a book called “The President’s Seven Boyfriends”. He became the President’s cannon fodder ex-boyfriend, Song Xuanhe.

The Song Xuanhe in the book: 180 cm tall, so attractive he would trump over even the hottest celebrities, three generations of family in business–a very appropriate rich third generation.

It wasn’t a loss to transmigrate into this kind of person. It was just that this was a rebirth story.

The Song Xuanhe in the book abused the male lead 800 times and had even indirectly caused the male lead’s death. Faced with the reborn blackened male lead, his fate was obvious–not only did he reach rock bottom, he even died without an intact corpse.

Right now, he had become the cannon fodder ex-boyfriend that was foreordained to die without an intact corpse.

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System: Don’t you think that the male lead has been a bit strange recently? It’s like he’s plotting something in the dark.

Song Xuanhe: Plotting how to kill me?

System: No, plotting how to eat you.

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Song Xuanhe, who was lying on the bed with an aching waist, pained back and legs suffering from cramps, cursed the System 800 times–what happened to the male lead being a shou?!

Emphasis: Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Moreover, the big shot has always been a gong! Spoilers only up to here!

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.