MTL - Mr. Fu, You’ve Spoiled Your Wife Rotten! - Chapter 125 warm new year's eve

What is a story without a reader?Nothing.Stories are for the readers to define.What about a story with four readers?It is a lot for the story, but for the author the story is far from being satisfactory.So when the author closes the story beloved to only four readers.How do they deal with it?How do they deal with the end?What happens when the author swallows the key to the story’s life.Especially when it simply became beyond human terms.

The mid-level boss of my company’s AAA-game.

[Disclaimer: Slow storyline, contains hypnosis, pregnancy, tragedy, netori, and Anti-Hero genres]Author : Andi CandraSynopsis:A young man from Indonesia transmigrates into an anime world. Taking over the body of a person named Rokuhara Ren, he is stunned to see the 2D characters he once only watched in anime come to life.Like countless other transmigrators, he plans to build a harem. Within just a year, Ren successfully impregnates his homeroom teacher, Nakano Itsuki, and his classmate, Maria Mikhailovna Kujou.He thought his peaceful life would continue. His view of the slice-of-life world crumbles when he encounters Yotsuba Miko, Gentōga Keitarō, and Ayase Momo. To make matters worse, Ren discovers that there are also Campiones in this world.Oh no, how can he raise his children with so many unstable factors?There’s no other choice—he must become a Campione himself!Witness the life story of a scumbag rising to become a Campione respected by the world!

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.