MTL - My Chief Husband, Too Mensao! - Chapter 4026 Holding you home, peeling shrimp for you

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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Ethan Carter, a failed office worker from his past life, wakes up as the spoiled heir of the Carter family—a young man infamous for his laziness and scandals. Armed with the Cheat Investment System, which can predict future market trends, Ethan sets out to transform his life from a disgrace to a legend.As he climbs the ladder of success, Ethan must face ruthless rivals, scheming family members, and the brutal corporate world. With each step forward, his empire grows larger, but so do the stakes. Will Ethan use his newfound power to crush his enemies and secure his legacy, or will his ambition lead to his ultimate downfall?Follow Ethan’s journey from a “worthless heir” to a world-changing tycoon in this epic story of wealth, betrayal, and redemption.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

I was transmigrated into a work I liked and finally came back.But after, I was dragged into an Academy Romance Novel, which I skipped over after only reading the prologue.There I found a half-broken possessors who regressed endlessly.