Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband. - Chapter 170 - - Don't touch me!

It wasn’t even malicious criticism.I just gave feedback in the tone I was asked to.So why the hell did I, the writer who just wanted to help a junior, possess this body of the prospective groom… a villain, who died in the hands of the heroine on their wedding night?

Reborn in 1986, she vowed to make up for all her past life's regrets in this life.Tan Tan’s completed work: “Reclaiming Charming Times” - guaranteed quality, welcome to dive in!New book “I Troubled a Future Tycoon in My Dreams” - After rebirth, Cheng Yuan suspects her father's personality has changed. Her previously indifferent father suddenly dotes on her immensely and becomes a money-making wizard.The strangest part is she continually has the same dream where a supremely handsome man, who loves to sleep, appears. She always finds various ways to wake him up.The supremely handsome man: If I catch the woman who keeps disturbing my sleep, I will definitely teach her a harsh lesson!Until later, when he met her.He found it delightful!

In a world of countless enemies, the right talent is all it takes to thrive. Freddy Stern, a twenty-one-year-old cashier, has lived a plain, albeit harsh life. Having been orphaned—twice—he’s spent the last ten years working and staying out of trouble. His only aspiration is to save enough money to become an archhuman. His dream gets the jump on him when he barely survives a near-death encounter and finds himself with 1% Lifesteal, a bizarre talent with numerous contradictions and just as many uses. With every dead enemy, he becomes a bit stronger, a little wiser, and a lot more ruthless. And no matter how much damage he takes, he can always put himself back together. Physically, at least. But on his path to power, after having to look at the rotting guts of archhuman society again and again, can his talent keep his mind and soul as pristine as his body? Or will that part of him simply remain broken?

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?