Death Guns In Another World - Chapter 1916 - 1700: Union with Lilith Part 1R~18

Lioro blankly looked at the game-like screen in front of him.It seems he has traversed to Overlord world with a Yggdrasil like game template![Ding! Congratulations on getting the special profession 'Dimensional Traveler']“......”Can it take me home?------Epic powers check, Epic side characters check, Epic fights check, Epic Romance also check! so what are you waiting for?!?! Read now!ps: it is not a translation but original fanfic.------Worlds I plan to travel to: Danmachi(Ongoing), Demon Slayer(Ongoing), Frozen(Ongoing), Konosuba, Elden RIng, etc.-------Uncomfirmed Love Interests(Doesn't mean they have been wifed, the process is ongoing and is subjected to change under certain circumstances.)1) Hestia.2) Elsa.( yes frozen).

“Don’t touch there, it’s dirty…” Su Yanyun flushes. The man smiles slightly and wipes the mud stains on her feet.

“My baby, it’s not dirty.”

Overnight, Young Master Yi changes from being a clean freak who is unable to even get close to his relatives to being desensitized and doting on this little woman of unknown origins.

“Hubby, the baby in my belly is calling you!”

Even if he has to cross half of Earth, Young Master Yi would still fly back overnight.

“Boohoo, Hubby, they called the baby a bastard!”

Capture all the scums who spread this rumor!

“Hubby, I want to bring our baby on a trip!”

Young Master Yi: “Don’t forget to bring your luggage.”

“Which one?”

“Me.”

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.