Survival Story of a Sword King in a Fantasy World - Chapter 239

Thirty thousand years ago, the Heaven Fighting Race who called themselves “Gods” invaded the Spirit Realm. Hundreds of races rose up in resistance, but ultimately suffered a crushing defeat. The Human Race was the first to concede, and the rest of the Hundred Races soon followed in succession.

As an author who transmigrated into her own abusive novel, Shi Luo didn’t feel any pressure from it. Besides, it’s not like she transmigrated into the female protagonist who got abused physically and mentally anyway. And so she decided there was nothing she had to do, all she had to do was just to watch it unfold in front of her eyes.

But this development seems a bit wrong! Wasn’t this supposed to be an abusive novel? How unlucky!

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Three years after entering the palace, Yongning Palace’s Yan Shu meiren, has still never met the Emperor.

The palace full of concubines tried to win his favour, only she, immersed in a melon eating system, has no time to spare for him.

How would she know that one day, she actually ate a shockingly big melon——

Yan Shu, “!!! No wonder he never enters the harem!”

Wait…

There seems to be something wrong somewhere… then what did she enter the palace for?!!

The new Emperor, Yu Wen Lan, has two secrets.

Since his ascension to the throne, he has gradually lost his male functions; yet at the same time, he can read minds.

Getting used to seeing their false words and hypocritical faces every day, he grew all the more unfeeling.

That was, until one day, he heard a special heart’s voice——

Yu Wen Lan paused, narrowing his eyes to look in the direction of a delicately pretty and pure looking girl.

Until she ascended to the position of Empress, Yan Shu also didn’t know how she had jumped unreasonably on the Emperor’s bottom line repeatedly, yet had jumped straight in, becoming the first person to be in his heart.

Perhaps, it was just her good luck.

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Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.