MTL - Every World Seems Not Quite Right (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 97 Warlord hegemony text 7 (2)

Yunmo transmigrated into a book, and became the vicious female supporting role of the same name in a period novel.

The original owner was a fake daughter who was wronged, arrogant and domineering, bad and violent, married to a poor man by the unbearable adoptive parents.

The rough man has a good face and a good body. After he became rich, he earned a lot of money every day, but the original owner disliked the rough man before he became rich. In the end, the husband and wife separated and died in poverty.

Yunmo, who holds the Lingquan space in her hand, said that she is not panic, even if it is a bad card, she can play Wang Zhan.

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The reborn daughter, the real daughter, Yun Yao, who wanted to trample Yunmo under her feet, found that after marriage, Yunmo seemed to be on the hook.

While she was busy making money by taking advantage of her rebirth, Yunmo was drinking afternoon tea leisurely with the ladies and gentlemen.

When she was complacent about being admitted to a junior college, Yunmo got the admission letter from the first university, Beijing University.

When she was proud of marrying into a rich family and becoming a rich wife, Yun Mo turned around and befriended the richest man, and became the only heir of the richest man.

Reborn Girl·True Daughter·Yunyao: Who is the heroine? ? ?

[Squeamish Miss VS Indifferent Rough Guy]

Shuangjie 1V1, the sweet pet of the era

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I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

“Aria,” he said softly. “Today is your birthday.”It wasn't a question, but I nodded nevertheless.“The moon is full tonight,” he added, his voice quiet. “You will attend the ceremony.”“Of course, Elder,” I replied, puzzled. All eighteen-year-olds attended the ceremony. It was essential.He leaned in, smelling gently. “You already feel it, don't you? ”The change.My heartbeat skipped. “What change?”Elder Malin's eyes narrowed. Interesting. “Very interesting.” He reached inside his pocket and retrieved a little pouch. “Wear this tonight.”I accepted it hesitantly. Inside was a simple moonstone pendant with a leather cord.“But this is for—”“Wear it,” he interjected. “Hide it under your clothes if you must, but wear it.”Moonstones were precious. They aided our connection to the Moon Goddess during ceremonies. However, they were only given to wolves from influential families (Alphas and Betas). Not Omegas like me.“Why?” I questioned.Elder Malin glanced at Mira before returning his attention to me. “Because someone is harboring secrets about you, child. And tonight, those secrets may be revealed.”I never mattered in our pack. Omegas like me serve, submit, and survive. We don't dream of love. We don't dream of power.She was the future Luna. I was just the girl who watched from the shadows.But everything changed on my 18th birthday.I felt the bond. I met my mate.One of the Alpha's sons.But the Alpha has triplets, and I felt the mate bond with all three and it seems the three of them felt it too — three perfect warriors, three powerful Alphas, three secrets buried beneath the surface.One of them is my destiny.One of them is lying.And one of them might be the death of me.The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes... but this time, I think she might've given me too much to handle.

It is said that humans only reveal 5% of their DNA. The person you perceive yourself to be and the person others judge you for is determined by this 5%. No one can know what is in the hidden 95%.