The Mech Touch (Web Novel) - Chapter 7003: The Red Two’s Decline

Lu Wu, an aimless video game developer, had been feeling perturbed ever since he found out he was the direct descendant of a king from the underworld. Other than the title, His Excellency, his ancestor hadn’t passed down anything else to him. On top of that, all of his ancestor’s subordinates had rebelled against him and completely usurped his inherited territory.

Shen Dongqing is a powerful, thousand-year-old ghost. He had just possessed a body and hadn’t even relaxed for two days yet when he was pulled into a white, parallel world.

On the first day of the Infinite Nightmare Game:
Other players tremble, crying and wailing wanting to go home.
Shen Dongqing eats, sleeps, and plays ‘Fight the Landlord’ (card game).

The second day:
Other players are chased endlessly by ghosts, crying loudly ‘Save me!’
Shen Dongqing eats, sleeps, and plays ‘Fight the Landlord’.

The third day.
Shen Dongqing……
The ghosts finally set their sights on this lazy player. The other players watch on in glee. As a result, who knew that this slim and pale youth would stand up and easily dispatched the ghosts with his bare hands.

Other ghosts: Can’t afford to disrupt this elder. Let’s go, let’s go.

- Description from Novelupdates

[Previously titled “The Queen is Wed”] By accident, Mo Shu bound herself to a system that demanded she court death daily in order to survive.As the malicious supporting character, her first task was to make the overbearing CEO despise her, while also playing matchmaker between the main female character and him. When necessary, she would offer her own face for them to crazily slap, assisting them to marry so she could make a perfect exit.Thus, Mo Shu, in her struggle to survive, spent every day tremblingly courting disaster in various ways. Yet, accidentally, she somehow ended up marrying the man she adored. Now, where did she go wrong?![Not a fast-paced traversing story][Crazy pampering + exhilarating plot]

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?