Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might - Chapter 250 - 248: A Great, Great Harvest

Noah, who was obsessed with the game 'Survival of an Extra'.He spent months chasing an elusive alternate ending.During one of his playthroughs, a glitch and a mysterious effect spirals the game into chaos, killing off characters one by one, everyone in the game slowly started to disappear.In the end, He awakened something he shouldn't have known about, his fate ended in one world and began in another world.Awakening as Noctis Nightryn, the Game’s protagonist and a “extra” Character of the unfamiliar world.He now had to find the cause of the bad ending he had triggered and prevent it at all cost, all while seeking an ending of his own to survive.Since the first day, he arrived to the world everything he knew about game started to differ. The main character were not the same as in the game.Noah realized this world was no longer the same game he knew—since his arrival, everything had already began to deviate, forcing him to make decisions he didn't know would lead to.

Zhou Youlin, a famous ice queen of the special forces. During an accident in her mission, she was betrayed by her squad mates and was shot twice. She died on the spot. When she woke up again, she became the useless madam of a rice family and was a resentful wife who was neglected by her husband. Her son, too, was neglected.“If I’m not mistaken, we’re already divorced. You’re currently invading my home, my dear ex.” Zhao Youlin raised her chin and sat at the end of the couch with her legs folded. She looked prideful.Mu Tingfeng was expressionless. “We can get married again.”Zhou Youlin quirked her eyebrows. Then, she swung her hand, and a large number of handsome men’s pictures were spread on the table.“Baby, be a good boy and choose someone you like to be your stepdaddy, okay?”Mu Tingfeng’s expression… turned dark.

I was the reason my idol cancelled her stream…?

[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.