MTL - Apocalyptic Rebirth: Earth’s Vast Changes - Chapter 18

The dark BOSS, who had the fortune of becoming Earth’s last living human, brought with him his loyal, second last human to die, little brother to be reborn.

When he woke up, Yun Ting turned out to be Konoha’s new fourth Hokage.

What about the water gate?

Oh, he was looking at himself with envy and regret under the stage.

Looking at the time again, it is now at the end of the three wars, and there is only one year left before the Nine-Tails Rebellion.

Yun Ting suddenly panicked.

There is a great crisis of life and death outside, and an old man headed by three generations is taking power. This situation is very bad!

Do you want to become a short-lived Hokage like Minato?

Fortunately, Goldfinger arrived in time.

As long as Yun Ting’s Hokage reputation continues to increase, Wood Dun, Immortal Mode, Flying Thunder God, etc. can be exchanged.

So…a year later.

“Kiuwei, you finally appeared! Eat my immortal method, wood escape, thousands of hands, turn into a Buddha on the top!”

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In a surrogate marriage, she married a powerful man with leg disease. “I don’t want a woman with a bastard baby.” Originally she thought it was a trading marriage, but she lost her heart and wandered around,then she left sadly.

Years later, a little cute baby who looked exactly like him slapped Mo Shen on the head. “Bastard daddy, who are you calling me bastard baby?”

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.