MTL - The Job of an Imperial Concubine - Chapter 115

As Shin Youngwoo has had an unfortunate life and is now stuck carrying bricks on construction sites. He even had to do labor in the VR game, Satisfy!

The protagonist is the editor of a women’s literature website.

Because of his straightforwardness, he has offended many authors of Mary Sue novels who want to sign.

“Sorry, your writing is exaggerated, and has not yet reached the signing standard.”

“Sorry, the plot of your work lacks logic and has not yet reached the contracting standard.”

The resentment of the rejected authors of Mary Sue novels gathered to bring the protagonist to the world of Mary Sue’s novels.

This is not the worst. The worst thing is that these authors’ exaggerated and terrible descriptions were faithfully restored by the novel world.

The protagonist rushes to the speed of a hundred meters every morning, looking for a toilet in a huge villa with an area of 100,000 square meters.

The protagonist did not dare to shed tears, and even dared not yawn hard, because the tears in the book were all diamonds, and the eyes would be embarrassed when he cried.

When the protagonist is happy, rose flowers float on top of his head. When he is not happy, cherry blossoms fall on his head. The protagonist resolutely shaved himself, but set the overbearing, and the hair grew out after ten seconds.

The protagonist’s father recharges the bus card of the protagonist every time for 10 million yuan. The protagonist wants his father to buy him a Ferrari. His father kindly refuses because the author did not write it.

The worst thing is that the protagonist has been engaged to Murong, the son of the world’s largest consortium. Murong is from a mixed country of eighteen countries. He is one year older than the protagonist. He claims that when he was a month old, he fell in love with the protagonist who was still a fertilized egg. Every time the protagonist sees him, he wants to beat him out, but he still has to be soft in Murong’s arms to follow the plot.

This is actually a Mary Sue novel with an anti-Mary Sue coat…

- Description from Novelupdates

Ever since an NPC named Shu ChunChun, who had been taken advantage of and used carelessly by the world-hoppers, awakened her consciousness, she knew that the only way to drive out the world-hoppers was to make them fall for her, HARD.

- Description from Novelupdates

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.