MTL - Transmigrate to the ’80s to Be a Stepmother - Chapter 3

Introduction: Zhao Si, one of Wall Street’s rising rookies, has been reborn. Knowing the trend of the times, he wants to make his corrupt official father change his ways…

(ps: This story is purely made up, if there is any similarity, it is definitely a coincidence, and it is not aimed at any individual or group organization.)

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The ‘heartwarming’ daily life of Miss Witch in the Cyber Galactic Era, and occasional epic adventures.She is a timid girl who grew up in a cyber city. She is the weeping child who trudged through the mud. She is a legendary star admired by all, detached from the mundane. She is the Pitch-Black Songstress who brings sorrow and tears to the world. She is the ruthless witch who cannot speak of false hopes. She is the blood-stained angel singing the song of the end.Please enjoy the latest work from the clumsy author, Blue Sky Melody, “The Witch of Eternal Night”This book is also known as:“Miss Witch’s Part-time Job Diary”“As a Color-Grade Songstress, I Must Hide My Identity”“Is It Okay If I Only Know How to Pilot a Gundam?”“The Dark Queen Behind the Federation’s Curtain”“If That Final Song Is to Be Sung, Let It Be Me”“We Shall Eventually Unite as One”T/N: Taking places in the same universe as author’s previous work, “She is not a Witch”, with brand new array of casts. It is a sequel that can be read without reading the prequel. At most you can find subtle reference that comes from previous work as historical tidbits~

“Hah..Hah..”

In the midst of what seemed like a battlefield, a young boy with white hair knelt on the ground, struggling to catch shallow breaths. A short sword pierced his heart, his arms and legs were broken, making him unable to stop the crimson blood from coloring the ground.

“That's what you get for betrayal,” a red-headed teenage boy sneered as he stood before him.

“A pathetic person like you could never be my brother,” added a purple-haired girl, her voice seething with anger, as she stood alongside the redhead.

With great effort, the young boy shifted his gaze forward. He could see many familiar faces in front of him—his so-called family, his so-called friends but his gaze remained fixed on her.

“Wh..y, A.nna,” he uttered with immense difficulty and sorrow in his voice, his vision blurring as he locked eyes with the blonde-haired girl, who regarded him with emotionless eyes.

“I did that so I could save you,” he said, his voice gradually growing louder.

“I DID THAT SO YOU COULD LIVE!” he shouted, making everyone present flinch in fear.

“I never asked you to do this” the blonde-haired girl replied, her words crushing the very soul of the boy.

“A...nn.a,”

the young boy whispered one last time, a small tear slipping down from his eye as he breathed his final breath.

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Neil survived eight grueling years in a post-apocalyptic world only to die and be reincarnated in the body of Eden Morton, a character from a game he

used to play as a teenager, by an unknown entity for unknown reasons.

Eden's life was a pitiable one, plagued by the constant manipulation and betrayal of those around him – whether it was the princess, the famed hero, or even his very own family. Eden died without ever experiencing genuine love. Now, as Neil took over, he was determined to embark on a new journey, seeking the one thing he and Eden never had : a life worth living.

They are childhood sweethearts, they are engaged under the family’s scheme, and they have to live in the same room and sleep together.

That night, she was accidentally drunk, and he kissed her in a fascinating mood,. By accident, his “crime” was finally discovered, she accused him, but he said with a smile, “You are my wife, why can’t I kiss you?”

The two people’s daily routine is full of bickering, mutual hate.

He said that he disliked her. Actually, In his heart, he was extremely caring of her. When she was close to other boys, he was so jealous that he wants to tie her to his side and become exclusively his.