Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce - Chapter 59: Not Hearing the Old People’s Cry (29)

Jing Yan, a once top-performing genius of the Jing Clan who broke through the rank of Ninth Heaven of martial arts and entered the Precelestial Rank at 16, was second to none in Dong Lin City. Yet out of nowhere, his rank dropped dramatically after he was enrolled in the Wind God Institute and became the object of ridicule.After breaking the seal of The Ring of the Universe, Jing Yan was reborn. He finally became the conqueror of The Mainland of Tian Yuan and became the man countless warriors looked up to.

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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Mu Yuan accidentally obtained the qualification for a mysterious game which mirrors the real world. In this game, players could recruit troops, establish territories, and even manifest items from the game into reality.

His game started with ten Little Skeletons, but…

Little Skeleton→Skeleton Soldier→Skeleton Warrior→Skeleton General…..→ King of Skeleton

“What if I evolve the Little Skeleton into an Emperor of Skeletons? How would you respond to that?”

“Evolution Points, let’s see what your limit is!”

Several years later, when the worlds overlapped, Mu Yuan, amidst a throng of gods and demons, had ascended to the extreme peak.

Tags: Management, Development, Evolution, Lord, Troops

Completed quality older books include ‘My Apocalypse Game Became Reality’, ‘Starting with Contract Elves’, ‘My Apocalypse Territory’

System: Want to live? Want to recover from illness? Want to change Da Zhou’s fate? You only need 998 points to redeem a package guaranteed to cure all diseases and strengthen the body! You don’t need 2400 points, also don’t need 1200 points only 998 points. You won’t suffer losses or be fooled! Welcome to the system of the king of the dead…..

Ji Jinrong: This name does not sound very auspicious

System: Don’t pay attention to these details /(ToT)/ ~~

Ji Jinrong killed all his brothers. At the age of thirteen, he dragged his sick body to the throne and worked conscientiously as a puppet emperor in the hands of the courtiers and eunuchs. Everyone says that the great general Wei Tingjun has wild ambitions, and is intentionally revolting however, Ji Jinrong felt that Wei Tingjun was not staring at the throne but at him, who was sat on the throne!

Ji Jinrong carefully tempted: “If I die you can be the emperor.”

Wei Tingjun: “You dare die, I’ll have everyone buried with you!”

Ji Jinrong: “…..”

See, it wasn’t his misconception.

So even if it was to just tie the head of the wolf, he (JYR) won’t die easily.

Ji Jinrong: It’s getting cold, its time to ruin the country. I (imperial) have to go back and look for (tie) the great general!

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