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Ano Ko No Toriko

Renascimento nos Anos 80: A Esposa Intelectual é Fofa

Enganada para se casar, explorada por toda a vida como uma babá sem pagamento e, finalmente, espancada até a morte por sua mãe adotiva na frente do leito de doença de seu pai adotivo, a vida miserável de Shen Mianmian chegou ao fim. Quando ela abriu os olhos novamente, viu-se de volta aos quinze. Shen Mianmian jurou escapar do seu destino passado, punir sua prima maliciosa e mãe adotiva, mas acidentalmente brilhou demais no processo. A estudante que estava entre as últimas da escola de repente subiu ao topo, se tornando a candidata disputada por universidades prestigiosas, causando sensação entre todos os professores e alunos... Enquanto outros estavam ocupados estudando, Shen Mianmian estava ocupada iniciando pequenos negócios para ganhar dinheiro... Enquanto outros se preparavam para os exames de entrada na faculdade, Shen Mianmian comprou as duas casas mal-assombradas mais notórias de Pequim de uma só vez... tornando-se uma anomalia aos olhos de todos, zombaram dela dizendo que mesmo que tivesse a fortuna para comprá-las, poderia não ter a vida para morar nelas. Enquanto outros se formavam e estavam ocupados procurando emprego, as propriedades mal-assombradas compradas por Shen Mianmian foram requisitadas pelo governo, rendendo-lhe uma quantia considerável de compensação pela demolição. Aqueles que zombaram dela não puderam deixar de se bater duas vezes... procurando em todos os lugares onde poderia haver casas mal-assombradas à venda. Shen Mianmian, que originalmente precisava pegar dinheiro emprestado para as mensalidades da escola, usou os fundos da demolição e aproveitou a vantagem de seu renascimento para comprar um terreno adequado e construiu um prédio de aluguel, transformando-se na proprietária de terras mais rica e próspera de Pequim... Um dia, Shen Mianmian, carregando uma bolsa de chaves e tendo acabado de coletar o aluguel, foi arrastada para o Cartório de Registro Civil. "Shen Mianmian, é hora de você pagar o que me deve."
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No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
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