You Practice Immortality, I Farm - Chapter 1138: square inch book

An alternate realm invaded and the game descended. The entire Blue Planet was digitized.

Faced against countless waves of monsters, some people downloaded the Holy Knight module and became angels of light that helped the world reach enlightenment.

Some people downloaded the Warrior Monk module. They focused on their training and reached enlightenment overnight. With their fists and legs, they fought and made a name for themselves.

Chen Kun, who transmigrated to this world, downloaded the Boss module.

Each time he leveled up, his growth attribute improved multiple fold, and his attribute points multiplied. More importantly, all his skills were automatically unlocked as boss skills!

When the hole between the two realms opened and the gods of the alternate world came pouring in to invade this world, what awaited them was Chen Kun, who sat high up on a throne.

When the gods of the alternate world saw his terrifyingly long health bar as well as his boss skills that granted instant death and control immunity, reduced damage, true vision and many more skills, they despaired.

Chen Kun smiled and said, “So, are you the ones who will challenge my throne?”

In the business world, legend has it that he’s cold-blooded and ruthless. Yet at home, he dotes on his beloved wife to the bones.

‘Why am I married to this demon?’ After accidentally provoking a certain demon, she becomes his possession. From then on, she is forced into a shameless, wanton life…

“Mr. Pei, is there anything that you’re dissatisfied with Mrs. Pei about?” a reporter asks.

Mr. Pei’s dark eyes narrows. ‘The only thing I’m not satisfied with…’

Mr. Pei answers brazenly, “Lasting for only five minutes after charging for two hours.”

Mrs. Pei’s cheeks instantly turn red and she curses inwardly, ‘This darn perv!’

The reporter asks again, “What about you, Mrs. Pei?”

Gritting her teeth, Mrs Pei replies, “Lasting for two hours after charging for only five minutes!”

That night, Mr. Pei smiles wickedly after lasting four hours. “Are you satisfied now?”

Crown Reylin loved three things; flames, fireworks, and bombs. He didn't spare any of these against those who insulted him due to his family. No, Crown Reylin wasn't born in a poor family. He was born into an outstanding family with every descendant prevailing in their industry! But as the first immersive game appeared on the market, Crown Reylin stepped in... to enjoy more of his hobby!

Flames, fireworks, and bombs! Empresses, the kings and their princesses, and many more people will feel them!

It was Reylin's time!

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.