After Entering the Wrong Room, I Became Mr. Feng's Wife - Chapter 171 - : Throwing Them Away Along With the Bed

The end of the world has come, the world order is in chaos, and human morality has declined.Li Yu, a cold man, was reborn and won a 30-million bonus at the start of his new life. He built a god-level base and hoarded resources.While others were struggling on the brink of starvation to death, Li Yu was enjoying himself on the rooftop, having a barbecue and drinking beer.

Gu Pan woke up and was told that he was dressed as the infatuated second male lead in Mary Sue’s novel.

From now on, there are two more tasks:

One: Grab a girlfriend with the male protagonist.

Two: Raiders the super villain of this world.

To prevent the big boss from destroying the world if he disagrees, and implicated her, an innocent book-piercer.

After several failures of the routine, Gu Pan came to a conclusion: the big guy, he eats soft and not hard!

So he turned into the ultimate little fanboy, inspired to serve the big guy comfortably!

“Boss, which brand of clothes do you want to wear today? Which country’s cuisine do you want to eat? Is the water temperature right? Would you like to wait for you to bathe and change clothes?”

Jiang Xun looked at the man whose waistcoat had already fallen off but didn’t know it, and smiled: “Okay, everyone is a ‘man’ anyway.”

The fake man looked forward to: “…”

No, we are not the same.

[Wearing books, group pets, women pretending to be men, villains, routines and anti-routines, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers]

- Description from novelbuddy

WARN:

SLIGHT ROMANCE!! NO HAREM!! FAMILY GENRE!!

Filled with political intrigue, warfare, adventure, friendship, and betrayal.

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Synopsis:

I transmigrated into a novel that I read years ago as the second Prince of the Chrono Empire and was fated to be killed by my half-brother, the First Prince at the age of 12.

So, What's my role in this novel?

Am I the villain?

Am I an insignificant extra?

Am I the protagonist? Nah, definitely not.

But, why bother?

Following the novel's plot isn't my style and I won't let it dictates my life.

Regardless of my role, I am the main character of my own life.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…