MTL - I Save The World In The Text Game - Chapter 37 The sky is full of blood!

NOTE : This book was stolen by someone on Amazon and is being distributed without my permission, a report has been filed for the same.Follow the story of the crimson princess Dia Gremory, who aims to become strong enough to live comfortably with those she loves.There is no NTR, R*pe or anything dark enough.Attention there may be him and his who have crept into the story without me realizing so if you see please let me knowThere will be crossovers with other stories. For now tensura, reborn to master the blade confirm.Of course, I only have my OC, and can be 2, 3 others otherwise the rest belongs to their respective history.If you don’t like the story, please don’t start insulting me or anything. I’m just writing it for fun.

Entering a clichéd female novel world by accident. As long as he changes the negative perceptions of four female protagonists towards men, he can return to the real world with a reward of one billion. At first, Ji Mu thought this was a way to get rich, but as time went by, he gradually realized that something was wrong.“System, didn’t you tell me that these female protagonists extremely despise men, and no matter how good I am to them, it would purely be a friendship?”As Ji Mu looked at the few female protagonists in front of him, their cheeks blushing, their eyes filled with pink hearts, and constantly closing in on him, he broke out in a cold sweat, shrinking into a corner and shaking.“I’m going to ask you one last time, are you really sure that this is just pure friendship?”[Host, forget about friendship, do you know what a juicer is?]Faced with the system’s sudden nonsensical question, he swallowed nervously, feeling an increasingly ominous premonition.“W-what do you mean?”[Just a friendly reminder…]The system paused, its tone filled with helplessness and despair.[All four of them are in front of you.]…If you were simultaneously pursued by beautiful girls with different personalities, what would you choose?Only children make choices; normal people know to turn around and run.“I can’t even handle one, let alone four!”Ji Mu desperately clung to the doorframe and struggled in desperation before being dragged into the room: “System, save me!!!”

On Halloween, editor-in-chief Fang, who is used to being No. 1, was beaten by a perverted QJ wearing a pumpkin mask.
Consider yourself unlucky, but why is this pumpkin pervert still relying on him?
Black-bellied loyal dog attack VS narcissism and fertilization, brother-in-law X brother-in-law
Hunting for strange directions, pure nonsense, silly sweet and white, in the new year, cool and thunderous is the author.

Content tags: happy friends sweet text

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wang Qi, Fang Shiqing ┃ Supporting roles: Zheng Qiuyang, Yuan Rui, Fang Mingyu, Wang Chao ┃ Others: Nian Shang, attack and transfer

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.