The Shadow Monarch In The Marvel World - Chapter 9

#dotingmalelead #infrastructure #RPG #OPMc(Caution: Don't read while you're drinking. Author is not responsible for choking incident due to excessive happiness. XD Just sharing good vibes. If you're down and feeling sad, read my novel!)Li Chunhua never expected she would be transported in another world after she was reading an odd book she found in the Sect's Library.By the time she opened her eyes, her mind was instilled with memories of another girl whose appearance and name resembled hers. She actually became the vicious cannon fodder in that male lead angst novel she read.Faced with the future of miserable death, Chunhua decided to stay away from the male lead and the supporting characters and decided to live low-key.Thanks to her koi physique her road to a comfortable life was smooth sailing. When others are still starving by the lack of food, Chunhua had already started farming and rearing live stocks. When others are still without a proper shelter, she was already building roads.Although she was only eating her terrible cooking, her life was already good![Congratulations for upgrading your thatched cottage to Level 1 log cabin.][Congratulations for upgrading your Level 1 log cabin to Level 2 stone house.][Congratulations...]Everything was was going well until she picked up an unconscious man covered in dirt in the forest. She always believe in karmic conditioning and therefore took care of him until he was back on his feet.Until one day, he told her his true name.Li Chunhua was dumbfounded.No way, the man I saved was actually the male lead! Is it too late to throw him back to the forest again?A certain someone's expression darkened and threw her on the bed. “You dare!”

Divorced, disowned and down on her luck, Shui Anluo was determined to move on and live a peaceful life… That is, until her ex-husband somehow managed to find out about her baby. Now, he’s insisting that she should move back in with him.

Soon, he realizes that he cannot live without her… But the road to marriage is bumpy, and Shui Anluo isn’t too willing to go through with the heartbreak again.

Can she take back everything that belongs to her? Will she find the courage to jump in and fall in love again?

- Description from Novelupdates

In the year 2050, a colossal spaceship suddenly appeared above Earth.

Governments worldwide panicked as they saw the vast spaceship that had just teleported near Earth. Before they could even understand the situation, one humanoid alien emerged.

“Humans, I am your ancestor.”

“We distributed our life code with an atmosphere-changing module device to many universes and galaxies, hoping to recover our numbers after the war.”

“I will now awaken the earth's mana core and install a dimensional dungeon system, which will open many dungeons around the earth.”

“I'm also connecting Earth with a System.”

“This will help you awaken faster and get strong enough to survive in our universe. Gaia(system) will explain to you other important things,” He finished and then disappeared with the spaceship as he was never present there.

[Hello Humans, I am Gaia I will help you all to awaken and become strong]

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After 300 years, Earth is full of mana and many powerful beasts that roam all around the world.

All people awaken their “Book of Contracts” when they are 10 years old by clearing the beginner's trial, but Rishi failed twice to clear his trial and only has one chance left.

Which he has not used due to his fear of failing.

Follow Rishi on his quest to overcome his fears and become “The Greatest Beast Tamer of Earth.”

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