Rise of the Alchemy God - Chapter 28: Spiritual Wood

Jun Meilin, once the country's most envied socialite was embarrassed on national television by her husband. When he came home after a five year expedition in space, he was holding the hand of her widowed friend and a child.When they got home, her served her with divorce papers because he wanted his mistress and son to have a proper identity. As if the humiliation was not enough he used the life saving favor she owed him to stop her from announcing the divorce and insisted she stay with him for two years while he stabilized his career and enjoyed life with his mistress and bastard son.She could not believe the tragedy that had befallen her life. When she was falling apart, she woke up in a hospital, with a system that said, “Pamper the green tea man Mo Jingze and return to the pinnacle of your beauty and life or die.”Mo Jingze was her brother-in-law, a man she would never got involved with normally. For one, he was five years younger than her and two he was her ex husband's half younger brother. But every time her ex husband wanted to use her for something, Mo Jingze appeared in front of her, he would bat his eyes and seductively call her name. Like a bewitched woman, she would forget the ex in a heartbeat and reach out to him.For the green tea man, she slapped her ex husband, slapped the mistress, took back the company and eventually returned home and reunited with her family.Soon, Mei-Mei, could not remember her ex husbands name, she was too busy pampering the green tea brother-in-law who demanded for kisses everyday.But the green tea was only a green tea around her. Around other people, he was as poisonous as a viper!This book is participating in WSA 2025, please support me in any way you can.Excerpt.Jun Meilin walked into the living room, the first thing she saw was her ex punching her new assistant Mo Jingze on the cheek. Mo Jingze raised his beautiful eyes and called for her weakly.“Mei-Mei, it hurts.”As if she was possessed, Mei-Mei ripped her ex husband away from Mo Jingzhe and touched his face. The handsome face had a red mark which made her blood boil. She whirled around and kicked her ex away, giving him twice the pain he had given Jingzhe.“Mo Liang, how dare you touch my Aze! You are courting death.”“He...”Mo Lian started a defense but Mo Jingzhe moaned at that exact moment as if he was in great pain.Mei-Mei immediately helped Jingzhe up, screaming for someone to call a doctor. She did not see him sticking his tongue out at Mo Liang and smirking.When they were alone, he leaned against her and said softly, “Mei-Mei, kiss it better.”

“THE NEW GATE”, an online game that trapped its players and turned into a death game, was now releasing the thousands of players that had been dragged into it, thanks to the efforts of Shin, one of the most powerful players. But after having defeated the last boss and freed everyone, he was swallowed up by a strange light and found himself inside the game world 500 years in the future and unable to leave.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”