MTL - The System Asks to Uninstall: The Male God is Poisonous - Chapter 4 Wealthy Abandoned Less 04

[The Demon King is Dead], a story in which the Demon King got immediately killed in the Prologue. I became the ‘Demon Prince’ of said novel.

…Help me.

[Sweet Pet + Book Transmigration + Entertainment Circle + Mind Reading Skills]

Shen Wanwan accidentally transmigrated into a certain domineering president’s novel and became the protagonist’s agreed wife.

As a small money fan who loves money like her life, Shen Wanwan agreed for the sake of money. She thought that as long as she was Mrs. Ji for one year according to the agreement, she would be able to get a divorce with money and live a carefree life.

But he didn’t expect to get the golden finger mind-reading ability by accident, and discovered that the domineering president actually hides a little chatterbox in his heart.

【If this woman treats me like a baby and asks me to stay for dinner, I can’t help but agree…】

[Oh, this dress is so beautiful, I really like it, no, I can’t show it on my face, I can’t make this woman too proud! 】

…

Ji Jinxian originally thought that he just found an agreement wife, and once the agreement was reached, the two of them would be able to break up.

But I didn’t expect to be gradually attracted by this little woman’s every move, and my heart fell unconsciously.

“Wanwan, I have a piece of clothing that I have bought too much, and I will give it to you.” Ji Jinxian pretended to be cold and handed over the couple’s outfit, but in fact he was extremely nervous.

“Wanwan, I have a banquet to attend tonight. I mean, if it’s inconvenient for you, you don’t have to accompany me.”

“Wanwan, I heard from my assistant that there is a popular variety show recently, and it seems that couples are on it together…”

On the surface, Ji Jinxian was as steady as an old dog, but in his heart he shouted countless times: “He wants to go.”

[PS: On the surface, there is a talkative boss VS who listens to the boss every day and tries not to laugh out loud. 】

- Description from novelbuddy

As a great swordsman who had reached the top level of 999, Lin Feng was hailed as the best swordsman cultivator that the World of the Nine Continents had seen in a thousand years. His sword techniques were exceptional and exquisite.

However, just as he was about to able to enjoy a leisure life, he welcomed another transmigration.

This time, he had transmigrated into a female-dominated world. Women were responsible for providing for the family while men just had to look pretty.

On his first day of school, Lin Feng received confessions from two rich, beautiful, and wealthy girls. The first even promised him a comfortable life as long as he obeys her.

A max-level swordsman in his previous life, Lin Feng would never allow himself to depend on a girl. Thus, he set out on his cultivation journey once again. He would forge a world for men in this matriarchal society.

...[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.