I’m Not Shouldering This Blame - Chapter 149 - Garrison Field

I may be a virtual YouTuber, but I’m practically an office worker. You’re saying I have the most subscribers in the group, except for the boss? Well, all those subscribers are on the official account, so it doesn’t really mean anything. Why haven’t I made an official debut? … So, what can you actually do about it?

In Tianlan Continent, there is a magic store called Origin Mall.

The Coke here can make people full of blood in an instant; the spicy bars here can make people fight leapfrog; the games here can make people improve their cultivation; the novels here can make people understand the techniques…

There are countless goods here, including leisure, entertainment, dining, training…

Oh, by the way, remember one thing, don’t make trouble in the store, because the owner of the store is very strong…

You, an ordinary human, transmigrated into this world along with a City-Destroying Calamity—Blood Moon.Just when you thought you could rise to the top of the world by awakening a system, you received the following mission:[Do not harm any living being for 10 years][Reward: Unknown God-Tier Reward]...Ten years later, during the Awakening Ceremony—“Hahaha! This loser actually awakened an F-rank talent—Furniture Craftsman!”“Looks like our academy's carpentry workshop finally has someone to carry on the legacy!”[Ding! Congratulations, host. Mission complete. God-tier reward unlocked.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinity Skill Points. You can instantly upgrade all skills to their MAX level.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinite Plunder. You can plunder any unowned skill traits.][Ding! Host has obtained: Infinite Fusion. You can fuse all your existing skills and randomly generate new effects!]...Years later—A lean, handsome figure sat atop the frozen skies.Pointing your sword toward the heavens, you declared:“The fate of mankind shall be decided today.”And standing against you—was the very Sun, the celestial being humanity had worshipped for tens of thousands of years.Faintly, a string of symbols floated upon its blazing surface:HP: 999999999999999999

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”