MTL - Rubik’s Cube Heavens - v7 Chapter 447 experiment

Ruan Qiu had been struggling in the world of Infinite Flow for nearly ten years, and her biggest dream was to live well.

Unexpectedly, after customs clearance, she entered an entertainment circle love novel and became an actress full of black material.

According to the plot, she was a low-end sea king. She would be slapped in the face by the straightforward and lovely heroine in a variety show, she would fail miserably in the love Shura field, and then be rejected by all the guests, and finally be forced by the company’s huge liquidated damages and black fan to suicide by jumping off the building.

Ruan Qiu: The Shura Field is really scary, isn’t it good to live a good life as a passerby.

“Please fall in love with me” is a love challenge variety show that gathers top movie stars, popular little flowers, actors/actresses with bad reputation, and men from idol groups…

The stars needed to fall in love freely in special scenes, and the program also added: The format is novel, there is no script, and the whole process is broadcasted live, which is very exciting.

The audience were all waiting for sweet CP and watching Ruan Qiu being a joke.

——But who can tell them why a love variety show has a murder case / palace fight / escape room… ah?

Audience: Are we really watching a love variety show instead of a survival variety show? And why is Ruan Qiu so cool in saving people?! The other guests looked at her so ambiguously! Their interaction is so sweet, I will eat her CPs first!

- Description from Novelupdates

She had a request for him and was forced to sign a contract with him.After the contract expired, he actually wanted to discuss renewing it.'I can cook.' One day when she came home, she saw a table full of various delicacies.'I can make money.' In the office, he laid a row of Black Cards in front of her.There was even one night, when she returned home, he calmly looked at her and said, 'I can also...!''......'So that night, someone posted online seeking help: Urgent, waiting online, what to do when entangled with a domineering CEO?

Her wedding had also become her funeral.
Her stepsister and her fianc�� had gotten together at some point in time. It turned out that they had been the ones who had done it all along. She had been disfigured, raped, plagiarized, and her father had died in an accident.. All of this.. It turned out that they were the ones who had done it all.
She really regretted trusting the wrong person and misunderstanding the person who loved her... ...
After being reborn, she returned to her high school days.
She became a Straight-a student, won a grand prize, fought against the stepsister, confessed to the scumbag, and got lost. Her sister's lies were all broken. Faced with the shadow of rape, she came to recruit them. The chicken was braised with mushrooms, and a grand party was held. She made a name for herself. She was strong. She opened a shop, bought land, and earned a lot of money to be a boss But in front of him, she was a little woman that he doted on.
"Hei di, madam ran out again. She said she wanted to earn a lot of money to buy milk powder. "
Blue veins popped up on the man's forehead. "Here it comes again. Bring her back and open a bank for her. "

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.”