MTL - Revenge of the Sixth Young Lady - Chapter 917 Goodbye Aunt Li

Ni Yang, a modern businesswoman, is reborn in her seventeenth year.

The year is 1983.

In an era that favors boys over girls, Ni Yang revises her tragic fate from her previous life, skirmishes in the mall, and overcomes the most challenging obstacles, achieving success step by step – a radiant progress.

Observe how Ni Yang, with her petite but capable hands, overturns her fate from an ordinary rural girl to become the richest woman of her time.

However, in the process of building her wealth, Ni Yang inadvertently attracts the attention of a mysterious magnate.

So, the aloof and mysterious magnate in the eyes of outsiders transforms into a devoted husband, becoming an outright ‘wife slave’.

From then on, ‘wife is Heaven’, ‘serving wife is duty’.

This story is also known as “The Years When the Female Lead Conquered”.

Vance is a young man who worked hard to bring his Sword Mage to the top to become one of the best players in all of Alantina Online.

While trying to solo the final boss, Vance dies and wakes up not at a spawn point but in an old rustic room?

“Hmmm? Where is the logout button? No, wait! What happened to my level!?”

With no idea how things turned out the way they did.

Vance must start out from the beginning as the weakest NPC to find out why he was suddenly sucked into the game.

All while surviving in a game that has become more real than the real world itself.

Vampire Slave Number 43, or the self-named, Azriel Ruinous, learned about the history between the humans and the Vampires and it filled him with rage and hatred.

Nonetheless, he was helpless to do anything.

After years and years of suppression, the Vampires have become the weakest race in the world.

However, lady luck seemed to be on his side as Azriel found an ancient jar filled with mysterious blood that will not only change his, but his race's destiny as well.

This, will be the story about the rise of the self-named, Azriel Ruinous, and the Return of the Forgotten Blood Empire.

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“Have you heard about the rumour?”

“What rumour?”

“They say that there's a Vampire on the loose, he's out there killing humans mercilessly”

“Hahahaha! That's the funniest joke I ever heard! Vampires? Those Slaves? Hahaha!”

“Yeah, I feel the same! I think someone just started this rumour as a joke! Hahaha! How can those weaklings kill us, humans?”

“True True…”

In a bar, two middle-aged men talked and laughed as they discussed the recent rumour they heard.

Seeing those two, a drunk old man shook his head as he sighed.

“Ignorance is bliss indeed…”

“These younglings do not know what the real fear is…

The vampires may have fallen… but my old bones still remember the days when they were in their prime…”

The old man sobered up in an instant and his body shuddered in fear as the memories of the long-forgotten horror appeared in his mind.

He then took a deep breath as he patted his trembling body and muttered.

“I just hope that they are not back…”

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.