MTL - This Sandbox Game is Unreliable - Chapter 243 This is your world, your future

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

Thirty-six [sequences] rule the world, and the creatures who hold the [sequences] can move mountains, cut rivers, cover the sun with one eye, and enter dreams for thousands of years.

There are heroic wine immortals who master the [Wine Sequence] and walk freely, there are court princes who understand the [Law Sequence] to formulate laws, there are [Tao Sequence] Taoist priests in the mountains, there are [Gu Sequence] wild Gu masters, there are [Gu Sequence] Love Sequence] the stunner and beauty.

Waking up from a dream, for Chen Yuyan, the rivers and lakes are no longer the rivers and lakes in the game “Strange Rivers and Lakes”, but the real world that is vividly presented before him.

In order to survive, in order to get rid of the gaze of the “fairy god”, Chen Yuyan had to step into the rivers and lakes, facing conspiracy, swords, swords and shadows, and ulterior motives.

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He is the heir of Di Hao Group; decisive, cold-blooded yet dotes on his wife a little too much.

“Husband, I think I want to rear a pet. What do you think we should rear?”

“Rear you.”

“Husband, I want to change bed sheets. Which material do you think is the most comfortable to sleep on?”

“You.”

“………”

Zhuang Nai Nai: Can’t he speak properly for once?

One day, somebody asked the man, “Why are you always the first one to bow your head every time you two fight?”

Si Zheng Ting: “I am 185 cm, she is 165 cm. Of course I have to bow down to speak to her.”

To put it short, this is a story about a black-belly president, his wife and their effort to conceive children after marriage.

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For the wine to be drunk on her wedding night to actually have been a cup of poison and for the one to poison her to be her husband, who would believe it?