MTL - Get to Know about Wife Fan - Chapter 82

“Ding!”“Congratulations on receiving the following Unique Skills:-–Appraisal (Basic)–Skill Absorption (Mythic)–Universal Synthesis (Ultimate)”_____________________________________“Synthesis Skills— Swift Sword Strike + Fire Toad's Breath.”“Ding!”“Congratulations! Your Skill Synthesis was successful.”“Your skills evolved into: Azula Sword Strike.‌”“Synthesis Materials— Titanium Runic Sword + Wyvern Bones”“Congratulations! You Synthesis was successful. Your Sword has evolved into Skeletal Dragon Sword.”-----In a heart-wrenching tale of loneliness and despair, Ethan Smith's life has been one of unending tragedy. Orphaned at a young age and tormented by a relentless terminal illness, he spent his final days confined to a cold, confined hospital room.As he takes his last breath, he awakened in a mysterious void, where Ethan is given the opportunity to choose three unique skills that will define his new existence. With millions of options but only three choices, he carefully selects his path, setting the stage for an extraordinary journey after death.Reincarnated into a fantastical world filled with magical Skills, powerful beings, and untold dangers, Ethan must navigate his new life, wielding the skills he chose to survive and thrive in a realm where anything is possible.But the question remains: Will this second life bring him the happiness and purpose he was denied in his first, or will it lead him down an even darker path?

Four years ago, Mu Xueyi and Zhou Zhenyue broke up.
Four years later, a news exploded in the business world, and President Zhou committed suicide by jumping off the building because he couldn’t let go of his old relationship.
Mu Xueyi thought she didn’t like Zhou Zhenyue, the Zhou family and the Mu family were incompatible business rivals. And when she approached Zhou Zhenyue, she was only forced by her father to be an undercover agent, cooperating with Mu Shi to steal business secrets.
Her father stole the document, and her and Zhou Zhenyue’s fate would naturally come to an end.
But……
It wasn’t until Zhou Zhenyue jumped off the building for her that she suddenly understood why she was so sad after breaking up.
It turned out that she had long liked Zhou Yuyue.
So Mu Xueyi resolutely crashed and died on Zhou Zhenyue’s tombstone.
She originally thought of Jiuquanxia and Zhou Zhenyue saying “I like you” that she never said.
Unexpectedly, I closed my eyes and opened my eyes,
Reborn to a year ago.
That is – the third year of their separation.
? ? ?
She seemed to see God, this bastard, smiling meanly at her:
Dear, your very familiar crematorium is in place~

[Gentle President Attack x Little White Flowers in the Early Stage, Blackening and Crazy Criticism of Beauty in the Late Stage]
-Ending HE
– Suffering from hardships, not slag
-The two heroines are not mine, but they are not perfect saints
– The above attack refers to the character, the essence is mutual attack
– Background default same-sex marriageable
– Anti-theft ratio is 100%

Content tags: Urban love, broken mirror, reunion, love contract, rebirth
Search keywords: protagonist: Zhou Zhenyue, Mu Xueyi ┃ Other:
One-sentence introduction: Running for a while, chasing his wife in the crematorium
Concept: The best way to love someone is sincerity, not deception

- Description from novelbuddy

Before leaving he lay on the hospital bed, with a faint light flashing in his eyes. He looked at the man on the screen with a cold expression but a sad look in his eyes. He laughed in a hoarse voice and said, “I’ve gone, and I’ve taken away the emotion imposed on you. After that… You’re free.”

Then, he closed his eyes, leaving a radiant legend for generations after.

However, he did not know that at the moment his hand dropped, the man who had been programmed by him for a lifetime looked stunned, and then like a madman wanted to break out.

However, the virtual him could only stand at the opposite end of the screen, collapsing as he roared….

After waking up, Bai Ruogu found himself reborn, he became an unimpressive third-rate star in the interstellar future.

He was going to live a day at a time until he turned on his smart bracelet and asked his system, “What’s your name?”

“Ah Miao.” The familiar voice made him pause.

“Which Miao?”

“Miao of Muse.” A mechanical, cold voice came from the bracelet.

(T/N: Muse in Chinese is written as: 缪斯 and Miao is the character: 缪)

Bai Ruogu froze: “Su Miao?”

The bracelet flickered and emitted a flash of light for a moment, and the entire interstellar’s artificial intelligence all collapsed……

……

The reborn Bai Ruogu seemed as though he had cheats turned on.

Faced with black material –

Other stars: Forget it, put up with it.

Bai Ruogu: Before he could say anything, his boyfriend had already followed the net to find the rumor monger and hunted down the evidence to send a lawyer’s letter.

Faced with a black fan siege –

Other stars: Collapse overwhelmed.

Bai Ruogu: His boyfriend opened millions of accounts to go against the black powder online. He tore them apart for three days and three nights until they fell to the ground and frothed on the spot.

Faced with fan CP –

Other stars: see if the other party is popular. If they’re trending, it’s OK. If not, it’s better

to say goodbye.

Bai Ruogu: Sorry, this message simply cannot be sent at all.

Other stars: ……

Little theatre.

Friend: My old attack may be in kindergarten.

Young master: My old attack is 100,000 light years away.

- Description from Novelupdates

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic.Why isn't it in the fan-fics then?Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic.Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this.If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.