The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 217: Hold On (6)

Su Ruo traveled to the world of cultivating immortals, and after untold hardships, she finally reached the Golden Core Stage.
But on the day of becoming a baby, he was struck to death by lightning.
After waking up, she wore it back again, and returned to the first year of high school.
In this year, because of her arrogance and self-will, she was sent by her parents to participate in a program and exchanged identities with a girl from a mountain village for a month.
During this month, her arrogance and willfulness were seen by audiences all over the country, and she became the target of everyone shouting and beating.
And the girl who came out of the mountain has a lot of fans because of her independence, optimism and positive attitude. Finally, relying on this, he walked out of the mountain village and became a well-known big star.
Even her childhood sweetheart fiance eventually fell in love with this girl and insisted on breaking off the marriage.
……
Su Ruo, who was doing it all over again, with black spots all over her body, clenched her fist! Once again showed to the audience all over the country, what is the violent character of people who don’t talk much, but never say anything if they can do it!
Later, someone sorted out Su Ruo’s life. It was unexpectedly discovered that this popular actress’s road to fame actually relied on – fists?
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WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOKHeena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean.“HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!”Her eye twitched. Not now.Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings.“System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.”“But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!”“Not my problem.”“You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!”“Exactly why I deserve a vacation.”“No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!”Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.”“Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging.Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous.The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in.Empress Celeste Ravencourt.Five husbands.A dying empire.“Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.”A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.”“Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?”“Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.”Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily.“Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.”She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place.At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone.Wine was poured into her glass.Poisoned. Obvious.They watched her closely.Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly.“To new beginnings.”She drank it all.The silence cracked.Nothing happened.Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief.Heena leaned back, calm and smiling.“Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”

Go out with a bang. That's what my dad always used to say.If you're going to die in a world like this where people can add all these crazy modifications to their body, at least take a few out on the way.“Zero what the hell are you doing?” A kid with a wimpy voice asked.“Taking care of business, obviously.” I responded with a bit of an irritated tone.“Can you please get off of me...” A man asks, tears streaming down his face.People fear power and money. That's how it's always been, and this piece of garbage is one of those people.But none of this matters if no one knows how I even got to this point. Where Humanity truly began it's biggest stage of evolution.Humanity.exeThe City of Kairox is where everything runs through. Drugs, weapons, illegal cybernetics, you name it. One day I want to be the one who controls all of that.But I've been dealt enough of a shitty hand that I think it's about time I start dealing myself. Anyone can rise up in the streets with enough determination and strength.So, I'll rise up amongst this filth and make sure that I'm on top.

What happens when a dantian becomes a nuclear reactor?When meridians behave like fiber-optic cables?When brains are restructured as supercomputers?When eyes are reconstructed as LIDAR?When neurons are structured as integrated circuits designs?When a cultivation manual is rewritten like a physics textbook?Simple.You get Elias Vance.A world-renowned physicist, inventor of interstellar communication, and proud owner of six Nobel Prizes (which he never bothered to unpack), Elias Vance had one problem: his brain was dying. His solution? Turn himself into data and transmit his consciousness into the great unknown.He expected the quantum realm. He got… a cultivation sect.Now stuck in a world where people punch mountains and drink spiritual chicken soup to get stronger, Elias does what he does best: overanalyze everything and break the system entirely.Armed with divine sense sharper than a microscope and an ego that runs on cold logic and dry sarcasm, he’s not just here to cultivate. He’s here to **optimize**.Forget pills and slow breathing. He’s got cellular Qi reactors, runic programming, soul-lattice engineering, and a vendetta against spiritual inefficiency.This is not your typical path to immortality.This is **The Quantum Path**.