The Terminally Ill Young Master of the Baek Clan - Chapter 348: Potala Palace, Dalai Lama (4)

“It’s true… So why does no one believe me?”Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re really just small ones.I’m not the mastermind at all.

A chubby little girl was reborn. She received a heaven defying system as well as a drastic weight loss as she advanced in ranks to become a goddess. She started a company, became the big boss, signed on superstars and filmed movies. There were no limits to her counterattacks - face slapping and tumbling around were daily occurrences to her. In the end, midway through her smooth-sailing ventures, her system would always play a few tricks. [Ding! Issuing the main mission: Host, please seduce Mr CEO with all your might!] What?? The goddess was instantly dumbfounded. Hold on!! However, the goddess suddenly turned backwards and her body dashed towards Mr CEO in a manner that was completely out of her control. One step, two steps, three steps… With a crash, she hugged onto him tightly, unwilling to let go even when her life was put on the line.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.