MTL - Escape from Marriage 100 Days: Sweet Wife Steals a Treasure - Chapter 528 The woman before and after is only you

July, 1946. The existence of an alternate world was confirmed.

It was supposed to be a new world for mankind.

However, the enormous cost, the annihilation of the advance troops, and fierce public opposition led to the signing of a non-aggression treaty.

Mankind turned their eyes towards space.

Half a century later.

A certain company formed a team in order to explore the alternate world’s dungeon.

Five professionals and three artificial intelligences. And one reserve member.

With modern weapons and technology, the adventure was expected to be easy.

However, the ones who had arrived in the alternate world were a defective artificial intelligence and a non-professional.

Through trial and error, they lived, ate, and fought. And, they explored the dungeon.

“Will you marry me, Anais?” The male lead proposed to me. “What about Selena?” “Selena doesn’t matter. You’re the only one I’m interested in now.” Even without a hint of interest in the female lead. “I’m sorry, but I…” Before I could even utter my refusal, the refreshing sound of coins rang in my ears. [asdf has donated 100 points!] Accept and get ten thousand points “Shall we go pick out a ring first?” Forget about conscience; if it’s fun, that’s all that matters.

The protagonist is the editor of a women’s literature website.

Because of his straightforwardness, he has offended many authors of Mary Sue novels who want to sign.

“Sorry, your writing is exaggerated, and has not yet reached the signing standard.”

“Sorry, the plot of your work lacks logic and has not yet reached the contracting standard.”

The resentment of the rejected authors of Mary Sue novels gathered to bring the protagonist to the world of Mary Sue’s novels.

This is not the worst. The worst thing is that these authors’ exaggerated and terrible descriptions were faithfully restored by the novel world.

The protagonist rushes to the speed of a hundred meters every morning, looking for a toilet in a huge villa with an area of 100,000 square meters.

The protagonist did not dare to shed tears, and even dared not yawn hard, because the tears in the book were all diamonds, and the eyes would be embarrassed when he cried.

When the protagonist is happy, rose flowers float on top of his head. When he is not happy, cherry blossoms fall on his head. The protagonist resolutely shaved himself, but set the overbearing, and the hair grew out after ten seconds.

The protagonist’s father recharges the bus card of the protagonist every time for 10 million yuan. The protagonist wants his father to buy him a Ferrari. His father kindly refuses because the author did not write it.

The worst thing is that the protagonist has been engaged to Murong, the son of the world’s largest consortium. Murong is from a mixed country of eighteen countries. He is one year older than the protagonist. He claims that when he was a month old, he fell in love with the protagonist who was still a fertilized egg. Every time the protagonist sees him, he wants to beat him out, but he still has to be soft in Murong’s arms to follow the plot.

This is actually a Mary Sue novel with an anti-Mary Sue coat…

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.