Are You Telling An Eight-Year-Old To Survive In The Wilderness? - Chapter 273 - Invitation From the Sports Bureau

Fu Xin woke up and found herself as a mother on a reality show, where she had abused her biological son into depression, faced online boycott, and ultimately became a disgraced mother.

However, Fu Xin remained unfazed because the plot had yet to begin. As long as she acted badly enough, she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.

So, when the program started, while other mothers were getting up early, preparing delicious breakfast, coaxing their babies to wake up, and worrying about their temper tantrums, Fu Xin and her son had a different approach.

The five-year-old little one would get up on his own, tidy himself up, and tirelessly try to wake his mom up! He would climb trees to get bird eggs, fish in the river, and dig snakes in the fields, leaving his dear mother worried.

Fu Xin claimed that she only wanted to act badly, but her little one was so amazing that he became the “most desired baby by netizens of the year,”. It was to the point that people even wanted to steal him by putting him in a sack. It was evident how popular her little one was.

Naturally, Fu Xin gained attention as well.

This made netizens bitter, and they started to make sarcastic comments. They claimed Fu Xin was a discarded woman from a wealthy family, and her rich husband never showed up.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the rumored CEO, known for not returning home and rarely appearing in public, sent out lawyer letters personally.

Fu Xin: “What’s going on? How come this wealthy husband, who never appeared in the original story, is joining the fray?”

Jiang Yi: “Our son and I waited for you for a lifetime in our previous life. Finally, in this life, we have you back!”

Fu Xin: “So, I transmigrated… into myself?!”

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27-year-old Hisha, transmigrates into the body of a thousand-year-old overpowered supreme overlord who had everything at his disposal, except one–worthy companions by his side.

Hence, a tournament was held to choose the best out of the most beautiful, unique and strong women across the land.

These women don't follow the rule of coexisting women in a harem, they fight for the right to bed their lord and would stop at nothing but to use every opportunity to seduce, and fight on his behalf just to get his attention and favor.

Hisha never liked such a barbaric method of getting a companion.

'Why choose a few, if you can have them all?'

'If he can't have them all, he would try to work out coexisting the strongest for his pleasure and benefit.'

He realizes his 'Desire System' levels him up with every adoration gotten from his harem. The stronger they get, the higher his level and hold in his world.

As he continues to break his limits with the help of his harem, he finds out there are others that threaten his rule and the balance of his land.

'Let the tournament begin!'