Do Your Own Revolution - Chapter 145

【A novel of favoritism, dual power, Tarot cards, and treating scum as they deserve!】Ten years of marriage, ten years of devotion.She poured all her talent and emotions, only to be repaid with a premeditated fire in the end.Tortured by her husband and betrayed by her best friend.Turns out, everyone around her was acting.Before her rebirth, she was a renowned talented lady in Capital City.After her rebirth, she became famous in Capital City as......an imbecile!Moreover, she turned into a destitute rich lady, at the mercy of others.Timid, weak, useless, incompetent, those were the labels plastered on her.As she opened her eyes once again, youth bloomed, she was back as herself!This life, she returns with a golden finger!With a Tarot deck, she maneuvers through the whole wealthy circle!**Unparalleled young master, he is the renowned yet enigmatic head of the Mo family in Capital City.He is also a demon carrying a curse.Controlling life and death, dominating fate, he is the powerful leader of the Superpower World.Such overwhelming authority and stunning looks make countless girls flock towards him.One is a humble and cowardly rich idiot, the other is a widely-known 'demon' carrying a curse in Capital City.The collision of water and fire, an interweave of cold and hot.No one knows who finally succumbs to whom in the end.**Late on, the aloof head of the Mo family, who never took an interest in women, suddenly announced his high-profile marriage.The whole country was in uproar, numerous young girls torn apart.After the marriage, he transforms into a perfect husband, loving his wife dearly and obeying her every wish.【Micro Drama】A certain woman (with a cold face): “Mr. Mo is so rich and powerful, I, a humble girl, dare not add to any burden.”The corner of a certain man's mouth curled into a meaningful curve.The woman was so frightened that she immediately took a step back: “What, what, what are you going to do?”......【Quotes from Mr. Mo】*You should know, in this world, besides me, nobody else is worthy to stand by your side.*If this prosperous era ended, I could still reestablish one! But her, there’s only one in the world, I, can’t afford to gamble!*It's just money. I've even given her my life, so let's just waste away.

Xu Xiang is a doomsday survivor who survived for forty years. Before she could fulfill her dream of becoming the overlord, she died.Opening her eyes, she returned to the fifteen years before the doomsday began. With the help of her family heirloom the dragon and phoenix ring, she hoards supplies and prepares to welcome the doomsday.Unfortunately, she was betrayed by her own family and died the night before the doomsday begins. With hatred in her heart, she swallowed the dragon and phoenix ring and jumped off the cliff.When she opened her eyes again, she was still alive, but arrived in a world that was plagued by endless wars and constant natural disasters. Although she's lucky enough to get another chance, she's unknowingly drawn into political turmoil where someone may be killed without knowing who the killer is.Can she survive in this ancient world that is more dangerous and full of hidden dangers than her own? Can she find the courage to trust someone else again? After two lifetimes, can she find her own happiness?

I have clairvoyance, and I can see antique treasures no matter where they are hidden. Is there anything else in the world that I can’t go to?

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Annan transmigrated to a new world – the Land of Dense Fog. He had become a rare elite NPC who possessed the player’s system.

However, he had the heart of a player.

I like to stir up matters, and unbridled. But, I’m a kind player. The ally of justice who is favored by this world.

I’m on a main mission. As the righteous player, I’m following my destiny to eradicate you, the evil NPC!

Dear player, I’d recommend you to stop running away. The mission is completed. I’m the righteous NPC now to punish you, the evil players…

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In the long dark night, the crimson moon hangs high in the sky.

Hoarse whisper patrols the streets. The brass steam engine is emitting blood mist.

Your brain is in ecstasy; your eyes are enchanted.

With cracked skins, it sprouts new flesh.

In the gray mists, shirek cries come from the flesh wall that consumes thousands of corpses…

“Stop crying, our players don’t bite. They just want to play with you.”

The Solitary Schemer, Number 1 Player, Land of Dense Fog’s Savior, Leader of 13 Saints, Friend of 12 Upright Deity, Pioneer King, “The Righteous One,” Gatekeeper of Forth Disaster, Crownless Deity, the great Annan advised kindly.