MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World - Chapter 173 Mechanical exoskeleton

[Warning: Mature Content]Shuri Lee never imagined her quiet, unassuming life would lead her to Noran Kingston, a world-renowned pianist admired for his brilliance. Despite her humble background and the Kingston family’s disdain, their love was pure and unstoppable. Against all odds, they eloped, creating a life of quiet joy—until tragedy struck.Shuri’s life was cruelly taken, leaving Noran broken and consumed by vengeance. In his grief, he destroyed those responsible before ending his own life, desperate to reunite with her.But fate granted him a second chance.Awakening years earlier at the peak of his fame, Noran vows to rewrite their story. This time, he will protect Shuri at any cost. “I’ll never let you go, Rin. Not again.”No longer just a pianist, Noran builds a global empire to shield her from harm. But as he reshapes their future, he discovers that Shuri carries secrets—hidden truths that could still tear them apart.

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

At the end of the road, in the throes of despair and impending death, Le Yu shouted defiantly:“If you have the guts, then kill me.”The enemy sneered and said:“I've never heard such a strange request.”Le Yu died.Then Le Yu came back to life, living in the enemy's body.This is a story where being killed means possessing the killer.“Why are the ones who kill me always some enigmatic, cunning figures with complicated backstories and numerous impending quests?Why aren't there some honest, wealthy, lady-charmer winners in life coming to kill me!?”

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?