MTL - Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency! - ~ 016 Cheng Shao, are you really deceiving yourself like this?

Born as the daughter of the last martial artist of this era, that is Yeon. Her father is the world’s greatest fighter and is respected by everyone. The only problem was…… “I know it’s impressive, but I don’t have to follow in his footsteps, do I?” Her stubborn father’s dream was for his daughter to also follow the path of martial arts. Naturally, Yeon’s life was filled with grueling training. Living a dull life, Yeon’s only hobby was reading romance fantasy novels before going to bed. “If only I could live as a lady once……” After making a wish, Yeon fell asleep and entered a novel as if she were dreaming. However, her enjoyment is short-lived when she realizes that it’s not a romance fantasy, but rather a martial arts novel. “It was my dream to be a possessor, but of all things, it had to be a martial arts novel, and in the body of a supporting character who dies early!” Feeling indignant and weeping, she suddenly notices her own reflection in the mirror. It was a glamorous image. ‘Hold on. Does this mean… I could become a lady?’ Moreover, in this world, there was a man who looked exactly like the male lead in her favorite romance fantasy. He was handsome and talented, but with a wretched backstory. “Things are going to be different now.” The fate of a supporting character who dies early? Forget about it. Whether they’re followers of the devil or a heretical sect, even the worst villains don’t scare her. Why? Because she is the strongest possessor in history. This is the story of Yeon’s adventures in the martial arts world, as she stumbles along in pursuit of everything she desires.

This is a game that surpasses dimensions.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

The nuclear holocaust which caused the collapse of the Old Times on Earth should have wiped out all human life on the planet. Yes, the gods set up their beautiful Elysiums to provide sanctuaries for their chosen, but by all rights everyone outside the elysian lands should’ve perished long ago. Yet somehow, human life still managed to persist, even in the deadly, mutant-infested wastelands.

Cloudhawk was a young scavenger who dreamed of being as free as the hawks in the skies, yet seemed destined to live out his life scrounging for scraps in the wasteland ruins. Fate, however, is ever-fickle. A chance meeting with a ragtag group of mercenaries changed the trajectory of his life, bringing him into a world with mutants and metahumans, demonhunters and godslayers, and even gods and demons. Cloudhawk would find his own place in a world that was far greater than he had imagined, find his own path between the zealous light of Sumeru and the whispering darkness of the Abyss… and one day, he would find that even gods may fall.