Our Binding Love: My Gentle Tyrant - Chapter 342

“Reality is stranger than fiction”—There is this saying, I don't know who said it, but it certainly holds true for a certain unlucky man.

In a futuristic apocalyptic world, where Earth is ravaged by natural disasters and cataclysms, it feels like the world is on the brink of doom.

However, amidst the chaos, humanity still persists.

Yet, everything seems to be spiraling downhill.

In this apocalypse-ridden world, Noah, who is suffering from a rare blood disease, wonders if he will ever survive.

Fortunately, his grandfather-a brilliant scientist, discovers the cure! Nano machines!

Finally, Noah can reclaim a normal life... but alas, fate has other plans in store for him.

After one unfortunate cataclysmic event, when Noah opens his eyes, he finds himself in an entirely different world—only to realize that he has fallen inside the very novel he wrote as a kid.

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As the youngest son of a top chaebol in the Blue Star entertainment circle, Lin Zhibai thought that his life was just to eat and wait to die.

Until that summer.

The system fell from the sky, and he awakened the memory of his previous life.

“So I’m from Earth?”

- Description from novelbuddy

It was rumored that a woman beat her weak, poor, helpless husband in the middle of the night.

It was rumored that a woman gave up working hard to go to school with her bamboo stick.

It was rumored that a woman …… was simply not human!

Meng Changjin pressed her throbbing temples: “And it is rumored that today’s dinner would be simmer-fried carp!”

Fish System: Hey, hey, the host is not behaving again ~

- Description from Novelupdates

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.