Cunning General Si Ning - Chapter 3: Rebirth

In a world destroyed by monster invasion, humanity is on the verge of extinction. Into this chaos comes a system that gr...

This book is also known as: “How Programmers Turn a Crappy Game into a Timeless Classic with a Single BUG”Recently, the president of Nitiandang, Gu Fan, once again fell from grace due to a minor bug in his new game.As a top-notch designer in the industry, all of the games designed by Gu Fan have very distinct characteristics:At first, players felt that these games were monotonous, dull, and purely revolting garbage.However, once players discovered a major bug, the gameplay underwent a drastic transformation, rendering them sleep-deprived and unable to quit!So, players once again launched a major debate over “whether this is actually a bug or a game mechanic.”In response to this, Gu Fan clarified in an interview with all seriousness:“Hello everyone, I'm the game designer Gu Fan, but you can also call me by my English name: fan·gu (means rebel).”“I want to reiterate firmly that these so-called 'core gameplays' were not part of our company's original design—they are bugs! It's just that we didn't fix them because the players liked them!”

Su Wan is a Realm Destroyer. She shuttles to different time-spaces using the identity of the “Cannon Fodder Ex-Girlfriend”, dedicated to plotting how to happily tear apart the male protagonist and the female protagonist. –There’s no such thing as protagonists who can’t be torn apart, only Ex-Girlfriends who don’t work hard enough~

To be a good mistress:

Lesson 1: The location does not matter; all that matter is whether he wishes to.

“This is an exchange for money and not a game of love.”

Yet, he is eventually addicted to spoiling her and sending her to cloud nine, giving her whatever she wishes for.

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“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to be the world’s top supermodel.”

As a result, news of the Huo Conglomerate entering the entertainment industry shocks the entire world.

“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to get married at the age of 28.” The man’s gaze deepened as he replied, “That’s too late.”

The little bun behind him secretly hands him a household registration book and declares with a nasal and innocent-sounding voice, “Daddy, I will pay for your nine-dollar marriage registration fee!”