MTL - Poison Genius Consort 2: Emperor’s Swallow - Chapter 978 Not all for him

The fake heiress was sent back to the slums. Her biological father was addicted to alcohol, her biological mother was addicted to gambling, and her biological younger brother dropped out of school at a young age due to an obsession with gaming.Sang Ning brought her whole messed-up family onto a variety show. The real heiress's family showcased a tear-jerking, heartwarming picture, while her family was staging daily dramatic soap operas.On the day before the variety show recording, Sang Ning's biological mom openly flirted with a young male idol. Her younger brother mocked their biological father for being old and unattractive, claiming he deserved to be abandoned. In a fit of rage, her father smashed his brother’s headphones.Brother: “Damn it, I spent a whole month collecting trash to afford these!”And thus, the whole family ended up fighting.When the show officially started recording, Sang Ning's father took the top male star’s father to a villager’s house to freeload some alcohol, drinking to intoxication. Sang Ning's mother dragged a popular idol’s grandmother to a mahjong table, losing even her underwear. Sang Ning's brother pointed at her nose and cursed, “I’d rather jump off a cliff than keep studying!”Later, at Sang Ning’s wedding to a business mogul, the sharp-eyed reporters noticed something unusual about the Sang Family members.Mr. Sang had become an intangible cultural heritage master in woodworking industry.Mrs. Sang had won the championship in the latest Chef Showdown.Wasn’t Sang Ning’s younger brother this year’s provincial science champion?When asked about the secret to their turnaround, the Sang Family all looked simultaneously at the radiant bride on stage, their hearts filled with mixed emotions...Perhaps the only thing standing between failure and success is having a crazy genius like Sang Ning.[1v1 exclusive romance + quirky characters + brainless, overpowered story]

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]

System Notification: Your King of Passivity talent was activated through killing the Elit Demon Clan Warrior. You have automatically received the Critical Strike (Passive) Skill.

What? I got another passive skill.

I have way too many skills, I can barely see the end of my skills panel.

I need to be low-key, low-key.

This is the story of a game grinder who used his passive skills to destroy legends.

Here is a story about an ordinary hard worker struggling hard in the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms and working hard to farm.

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