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After Becoming An Evil Mother-In-Law, She Just Wants To Clear Her Name!

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# figurehead # omnipotent # toughgirl # militaryofficer Single mother Meng Yao transmigrated and became an evil mother-in-law who forced her daughter-in-law to seek death. Meng Yao: “How do I clear my name? Someone please tell me urgently, I need to know!” After all, she was a kind-hearted woman, and was not evil mother-in-law material at all. Her daughter-in-law, who previously didn’t dare to speak out in front of her: “My mother-in-law is the best in the world!” Zhao Xiaoshu, whom she had sent to become a disciple at the age of eight and had almost been beaten to death by his master: “When did you see my mother was bad to me?” Zhao Xiaohua, who pinched her increasingly thinning cheeks: “My mother doesn’t love me anymore. She doesn’t give me any more meat to eat.” Zhao Xiaohua, who became thin and pretty later on: “It’s all thanks to my mother, who didn’t let me eat meat.” Meng Yao, who had now cleared her name and conscience, wondered if she would find a second chance at love. She couldn’t be single all her life, even in her second life, right? All her children: “Dad, if you don’t come back, Mom will start looking to start over!” A handsome, middle-aged man with dashing eyebrows and an indifferent expression: “She dares?!” Meng Yao was confused. Wasn’t she a widow? Was this a scam?
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Forged in Chaos: A Transmigrator’s Tale in the DC Universe

Waking up in an alleyway in Gotham City was not how Ethan Reyes expected his day to start. The last thing he remembered was crashing on his couch after a long gaming session, only to find himself in a world he recognized all too well—one filled with gods, monsters, and vigilantes dressed as bats. It took him a moment to realize the city wasn’t just a detailed dream. The distant sirens, the oppressive skyline, and the neon flicker of a nearby ACE Chemicals sign confirmed it. This was Gotham. And that was bad. Then came the pain. It burned through his veins like molten fire before settling into his fingertips. A strange, instinctual urge filled his mind. His gaze landed on the dumpster beside him. Scattered around were a broken switchblade and a rusty pipe. Before he could think, his hands moved on their own, touching both objects. A pulse of energy surged through him, and suddenly, the two items fused—the broken switchblade now embedded itself within the pipe like a makeshift spear. "Holy—What the hell was that?" Experimenting further, he picked up a discarded smartphone and a pair of cheap sunglasses. Another pulse of power, and—bam—a pair of futuristic-looking AR glasses now rested in his hands, displaying HUD information in his vision. That was when it clicked. He had a power—an ability that allowed him to fuse objects together. The results? Unpredictable. Some combinations worked beautifully, while others... not so much. And in a world where Batman, Superman, and the Joker roamed, a power like this was both a blessing and a curse. Survival in Gotham Ethan quickly learned that Gotham was not kind to the weak. Without money or connections, he had to rely on his ability to survive. His first breakthrough came when he fused a lockpick set with a stolen smartwatch—creating a device that could crack digital locks. He used it to raid an abandoned weapons stash, arming himself with gear of his own making. He also experimented with weapons. A standard pistol fused with a flashlight? Now it fired tracer rounds that illuminated targets. A crowbar fused with an electric baton? A shock club capable of stunning enemies. But Gotham was filled with predators. And soon, they noticed him. The Underworld Calls Word spread fast about a "mystic craftsman" who could create bizarre but powerful items. The underworld took interest. First came the low-level thugs, hoping to use him for their own gain. Then came the bigger players. The Penguin wanted to recruit him. Black Mask wanted to own him. And the Joker? He just wanted to see what happened if Ethan fused a grenade with a rubber chicken. It was Batman who intervened first. The Dark Knight, ever the strategist, saw the potential of Ethan’s abilities. But he also saw the danger. In the right hands, Ethan could change the landscape of warfare. In the wrong hands? He could unleash nightmares. The question was—whose hands would he end up in? Survive or Be Consumed As the months passed, Ethan found himself walking a razor’s edge. If he wanted to thrive, he had to be smart. He had to stay ahead of both heroes and villains, mastering his power before someone forced him into a corner. Because in Gotham, there were only two kinds of people: Those who adapted. And those who became stories whispered in the dark.
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