MTL - Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat - Chapter 400 follow-up

In Azeroth, a young man, touched by arcane energies, embarks on an extraordinary journey. Driven by an unyielding pursuit of love and justice and a staunch refusal to become a mere ghoul, he seeks to reclaim lost justice and restore humanity's fading light. His arcane might shall not falter.Azeroth will know the name David Edmund Duke.I'm doing this because I saw that the translator didn't finish his work with the words check patreon for more chapther! How dare he! He shall rue the day he left a work unfinished!As for the other fic! Don't worry I'll update regularly! It also depends on the author and his lazy ass.Anyways enjoy!

Because of his master’s wine, he had somehow become the husband of a cold CEO — I’m still a virgin, please be gentle. He was from an ancient sect and had both Buddhism and Dao cultivation methods. The youth Qin Wu stepped out of the great mountain once again, stirring up the winds and clouds in the city.

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A journey through space and time... a lost soul that will find the answers about the past of a world and the mysteries of an ancient war.

When Adam finished his turn and then was preparing to go home after several hours of work, his team received a fire alert. He didn't expect that he would die following his father's footsteps, but fate had something else in store for him.

Adam died, but he was reincarnated in another world as Aion Kresnik, with his memories intact. Still, an easy life wasn't waiting for him despite the fact that he had a system and the ability to change jobs and make a spiritual weapon change to many forms. The reason for that was the fact that he was the son of a war hero and, at the same time, the son of a war prisoner and one of the last members of a powerful bloodline of mages. A bloodline that was hated by the whole world.

Aion's goals in that world were simple, get rid of the discrimination surrounding his mother and then find out why he was reborn with such a system since he knew that things couldn't be that convenient...

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.