Level 0 Master - Chapter 149

Lin Chen, a poor boy from a model agency, occasionally inherited a peerless doctor. From then on, he has been unparalleled in medicine, able to resurrect the world and help the world.

He contends with the sun and the moon, and takes his life to heaven and earth. And all this began when that sexy and beautiful model gave him an ancient book…

- Description from MTL

Qiao Nian has lived in Qiao’s house for 18 years, and his biological parents came to the door. All of a sudden, all the wealthy people around the city knew that Qiao’s family had a fake daughter!

A true daughter is versatile, gentle and kind.

Fake daughters don’t learn or know how to accomplish nothing.

Everyone wanted to see how miserable she went back to Shangougou after being kicked out of the rich family!

Qiao Nian also thought that his biological parents were from Luohe County, and they were poor teachers.

Who knew that the car that my brother drove was a Phaeton, with 3 million naked cars!

My father teaches at National Tsing Hua University, and the teacher is also called a professor!

The top gangsters of the scum family knelt and licked at her grandpa and nodded and bowed…

Qiao Nian:?

enmm…This is not the same as saying yes!

Freed from a group of scumbags, Qiao Nian she became herself.

The college entrance examination champion, the live broadcaster, the heir of intangible cultural heritage…The vests are dropped one by one, and the hot searches around the city are one by one, and the faces of the parents of the scum, the scum, and the scum, are all green.

The black fans are mocking: What is the use of selling people, it’s not just sticking to my brother every day.

Qiao Nian: I’m sorry, I have a partner.

Senior brother: Qiao Nian, let me introduce to you, this is my sister.

Grandpa: Grandpa, what are you doing so hard? What kind of bicycles do you want? Grandpa will buy it for you!

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The rich and powerful in Beijing are rumoring that Wangye has a wife who is hidden in the golden house. No matter how other people make a fuss, she never wants to bring it out to see people. Don’t ask, the question is the same sentence: “My wife is from the countryside and she is afraid of living.”

Until one day, someone saw the prince who was always noble and cold, pinching a girl’s slender waist, blocking people in the corner of the wall, and muttering with crimson eyes: “Baby, when will you give me a position?”

[Fake daughter, she is a real wealthy] + [Double bosses]

- Description from MTL

Lao Chen was just an old, underpaid security guard in a rundown apartment complex, living a miserable life under a stingy, ungrateful boss.His wife left him, his daughter wanted nothing to do with him, and poverty was his only constant companion.In the end, death came in the form of a drunk driver, leaving him broken and forgotten on the cold pavement.But fate wasn’t done with him. In his final moments, he prayed—desperate, pleading to any deity who would listen.And someone did.The God of Wealth and Love took pity on his wasted life and granted him a second chance.Wake up again as Zhao Yiming, a 25-year-old gambler and alcoholic drowning in debt with nothing but a good face and a strong body to his name, he was given the Affinity Money Maker System—a mysterious power that let him gain wealth and influence by forming relationships, whether as lovers, friends, or even enemies.Before he knew it, he had stumbled his way into unimaginable riches.But things never go as planned. One moment of recklessness—one affair with the wrong woman—led to an unexpected murder.Now, the system has thrown him onto a new path: The Villain Route. With a negative perk that keeps the police off his trail but tightens the noose around his future, Zhao Yiming is faced with an impossible choice.Will he claw his way to the top and become the billionaire he was meant to be? Or will his second life end behind bars, just as tragic as his first?

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.