America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz - Chapter 966 - 886 The Commissioner Sent by DC

Earth, 22nd CenturyThe incurable cancer that served as a nightmare for people one century ago is now just a rare but curable disease.With the world’s development, there are now cures for all types of cancer. The Earth is now a planet with no more people suffering from cancer.Except for Zen.Diagnosed with a mutated cancer that was the only one of its kind at an early age, he sank in despair.That was until an opportunity which turned his curse into a blessing presented itself.What power would Zen gain from the disease that plagued him since his childhood?***The art is not mine, all credits to the original artist.

Destined for doom, he was nothing more than a minor villain—meant only to be mocked by the protagonist and executed in the end.The plot pushed him forward, forcing his every step toward that inevitable downfall.But then, an anomaly appeared.Everything was moving exactly as the story demanded… until a certain woman took an interest in him.She freed him from the curse of being a disposable villain—so he could rise as the true one......William, the proud heir of Count Delimore, had lived a sheltered life, untouched by failure and defeat.Yet he never let his victories cloud his judgment. His life was perfect.Until the academy.Until a sinister voice whispered in his ear: “Normal is so boring. It’s about time you show your true colors.”From that moment, William’s life changed—for the better, and for the worse.•••••••A/N:- For a better understanding of the situation for the first few chapters, you will be primarily from the female lead's perspective. Please bear with it and read at least fifteen chapters before deciding if you want to continue.Additional tags: #No ntr #No yuri #No harem #Absolutely no harem #Possessive characters #Sudden strength gain #Grey mc #Loads of fluffy

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.