MTL - Stealing The Heavens - Chapter 1122 Undead cannon

I'll take care of it. The uncle of her husband on their wedding night whispered viciously in her ear. In front of a frightening Steel Blooded Business Demon, he was the one who was crazy for favoring his wife.

He had begged her to pave the way for her so that she could do whatever she wanted. If not, he would pamper her to the heavens. Just because he glanced at the clothes, he directly monopolized the entire shopping mall under her name. He said, As long as you want it, I want it!

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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System 003 of the quick transmigration system bureau accidentally bound with a lonely soul. It thought the soul was a poor little girl who knew nothing, but every time she slaps the face, it hurts more and more.

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“Host, what did you do, why are they lying on the ground?”

“They want to touch the pitiful me! They want to blackmail me! They want my little money!”

System: It turns out that the host is a weak chicken. It has to protect the host well then.

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“Host, the palace treasury is too big, we can’t carry it, let’s forget it.”

Who knew that when it turned around, everything was gone.

“Host, why is the treasury missing?”

Shang Ling acted cute and pointed to the golds, silvers and jewellery in the space pocket, “Look, they didn’t just go out by themselves.”

System: I believed you!

“Ah, that’s not right, host, since when did you have a space pocket?”

“Always have, you just never ask me.”

System: So the clown here is me.

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“Host, when did you have a photographic memory.”

“I always have it, you don’t?”

System: I am not worthy.

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“Host, the male lead is dead…”

“Host, are you okay with this?”

Shang Ling dug the hole vigorously and kicked the male lead into the coffin in the pit.

“Men will only affect my progress of getting rich.”

“The most important thing to avoid if I want to get rich is emotion! Emotion is the number one taboo that will affect me from getting rich. Without a man in my heart, getting rich is naturally the goal!”

The MC is an emotionless woman. She wholeheartedly makes money and works for her goal. She is the most active in fights, never loses in group fights, has a lot of unreasonable plans, will abuse and beats scumbags, and does not forget to take advantage of the situation to loot money from each plane.

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