MTL - Sweet Chief Secretary - Chapter 52 There will be better people to match you

Lu Xingzhi's eighteenth birthday gift was a handsome and wealthy fiancé.From then on, she bid farewell to her life as a lonely orphan and transformed directly into a glamorous, wealthy beauty, stepping onto the pinnacle of life.She began a life of slapping down jerks, basking in the happiness of being cherished.“Uncle, do you like me?”Huo Jincheng: “I thought I made it clear enough.”Lu Xingzhi: “...”Seems like it's quite obvious.“Zhi Zhi, I'll give you everything you want, but you can't leave me.”Lu Xingzhi nodded vigorously. Her Uncle was rich and handsome, good to her, and she'd have to be crazy to leave him.She, the genius piano girl, dazzled on the international stage in the brightest light.He was the business emperor who could stir clouds and rain, giving all his tenderness to her.[Sweet Pampering]

Betrayed by his closest ally, Caleb Ellise was forced to settle for third place in the world’s most prestigious RTS gaming tournament, Lord of Empires.Disheartened but resigned, he accepts his prize, delivered via email. But just as Caleb thought his journey had ended, fate had other plans.BLAST!A sudden explosion leaves him critically injured. When he regains consciousness, Caleb finds himself not in a hospital bed—but in an entirely different world.[DING! Welcome to Izoya Continent, Earth #212][Welcome to the Grand Tournament: Season King Lord of Empires][Host has been designated as Lord of Kingdom #9845007]Caleb quickly realizes the impossible: he has been transported into the very game he spent years mastering. Now, the stakes are higher than ever.[Main Mission: Build your kingdom, dominate the economy, forge alliances, and conquer the world][Congratulations, Host! You’ve unlocked the Lord Talent: Vision Fog (Rank: S)]Fueled by his expertise, a newfound determination ignites within Caleb. No longer just a player, he is now a lord destined to rise.As he navigates treacherous alliances and strategic battles, Caleb vows to reclaim his crown—not as a gamer, but as the true King of Kings.The game isn’t over. It has only just begun.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.