MTL - True and False Daughters Joined Forces [Metaphysics] - Chapter 279 call for help in the middle of the night

I had transmigrated into my favorite game, as an extra who died before the story even began.In a world where Sigils dictate power, I found myself in the body of a boy who had already died on the battlefield.Yet, as I drew breath in his place, his Sigil changed. A power never meant for him, never meant for me.Kidnapped by a shadow organization that didn't exist in the game, I spent three years in the dark, forced to learn under a so-called teacher.I move forward, not as the extra I was meant to be, but as one who chooses their own path. A path to supremacy.Yet the deeper I walk, the more I realize… this world holds secrets that game had never shown.-----------------Additional tags:[Sword Companion], [Hidden Identity], [Artifact Power], [Slow Reveal], [Secret Society], [Survival]

Xie Dongling is the youngest son of the Marquis of Kangding. For this brother who was hard-earned, his family loves him in every possible way, and he is naive and squeamish.
Accidentally fell into the water, and he traveled to the modern age, becoming Ran Dongling who looked like him, and inexplicably had a handsome and handsome husband.
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Qiu Ci has a fiancée that he has never met. To what extent, he has no news about his fiancée except for an old photo. He even suspects that there is no such person in this world. Business cooperation takes him as a deal.
After the cameo movie was finished, Qiu Ci received a call from his grandfather and told him that his fiancee was going back to China.
Is the fiancée real?
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A gossip suddenly spread on the Internet: The new actor Qiu Ci has been engaged.
Netizens eat melons:
“Oh shit, it’s nice to have the best actor in the front and a sweet wife in the back.”
Fans refute the rumor:
“Don’t cue my brother, I’m filming deep in the mountains.”
The client, Qiu Ci, was unaware of the storms on the Internet. He was watching a dog-blood mother-in-law drama with Ran Dongling at home, and he posted a public Weibo by the way.
That night’s Weibo was directly stuck on a white screen.
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In order to cultivate the relationship between the two, Grandpa Chou decided to let them participate in a couple variety show.
When doing a mission in a live broadcast, the mission was that they had to climb to the Marriage Temple on the top of the mountain before 12:00 noon. Before they had climbed one-third of the way, Ran Dongling screamed that he was tired, and he grabbed Qiu Ci’s schoolbag. Belt, I want Qiu Ci to carry him up the mountain.
The barrage in the live room scrolled wildly.
[Ha ha]
[Have no feet? ]
[The other teams have already climbed halfway up the mountain, you are tired from picking flowers for a long time? ]
But what they didn’t expect was that Qiu Ci, who has always been indifferent to people, actually changed his schoolbag to the front and squatted down in front of him.
[? ? ? ]
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Read the guide:
1. Background same-sex marriage
2. Have a child, the text does not have a child (have a pregnancy), and the extra is born
3. Shou is really really stupid
4. The word of hatred (qiu)
5. Read the first chapter in detail
Content tags: childbirth entertainment circle ancient wear today sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ran Dongling, Qiu Ci ┃ Supporting roles: Xiu Zhi’an, Chen Yao, etc. ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

Kurono Maou is a high school student who is sensitive of his sharp eyes and bad expression. No girlfriend but gifted with friends in his own way, he had been living a peaceful life.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.