My Simulation… Why Is It Turning into a Real Romance?! - Chapter 111: V3 - 7: What a Gorgeous Face

There was a popular comic that captured the hearts of readers not because of its plot, but rather the bromance between the two protagonists, a crown prince and a duke. Their friendship & mutual trust led fans to ship them endlessly, with countless fanfiction stories ranging from dating to marriage or even incorporating omegaverse settings.One particular m-preg fanfic novel became extremely popular among fans, where the previously cold duke becomes pregnant.But the popularity of both the original comic and this novel caused everything to become unbalanced, until something strange happened - these works of fiction turn into real worlds that collided, creating an error that connected them together.In the world of the comic:Carlton from the fanfic world gazed up at his husband with longing eyes. “Husband...” He pouted, “Why don't you kiss me today?”Alaric from the comic world recoiled slightly and goosebumps broke out over his skin as he moved away. “Please don't come close to me...” He said tersely.Meanwhile, in another world:Alaric from the fanfic world, pulled his beloved Carlton into a warm embrace and peppered kisses on his cheeks. “Darling, are you mad at me?” Alaric asked affectionately. “It's okay, you're still cute.” He leaned down to whisper into his ear before continuing. “But don't forget to comfort all our children, they think you're mad at them.”Suddenly, seven children barged into the room and called out to their fathers. “Father, Daddy!” they exclaimed.Carlton's frozen expression spoke volumes about his state of mind as he tried to process what was happening. His murderous gaze fixed on Alaric as he muttered through gritted teeth. “Whose children do you say they are....?”

【 Top Divine Doctor Novel, Absolutely Electrifying】Famed throughout Dragon Empire as the Sect Leader of the Holy Medicine Sect - Qin Han, unexpectedly reincarnated into another body, looked at his delicate wife and swore to redo everything, to slay the enemies behind it all. Simplicity and rudeness are my art of conduct, and 'if you don't agree, we fight' is my attitude toward life! Think you can do whatever you want with money? Sorry, my bank account balance has more digits than your social security number! Think you can do whatever you want with power? Sorry, with a wave of my sleeve, leaders of various nations queue up waiting for my medical attention! Think you can do whatever you want with people? Sorry, at my command, the entire Holy Medicine Sect springs into action! Watch how the Sect Leader of the Holy Medicine Sect dominates the Flower Capital, punches bullies, steps on arrogant youths, and unifies the forceful world!

Although it was only a marriage of convenience, Amelie Ashford was the perfect wife in every aspect. She was intelligent, obedient, and well-respected. She was kind to everyone and devoted to her husband. And she was perfectly content to spend the rest of her life like that, even though she was constantly nagged about getting pregnant. That was until her husband entered their house with a mistress by his side and eventually demanded a divorce.“Very well,” Amelie said calmly, “I will divorce you.”Richard's eyes shone as he heard his wife utter these words. However, to his surprise, she was not done. “But don't be surprised when you get an invitation to my next wedding.”To everyone's shock, Amelie indeed got married again, and to a younger and, as it turned out, richer man!And she made sure that her ex-husband realized what it meant to lose the support of a woman like her._____

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you.You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature!…“Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements.”A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter.“Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!”“Drop dead!”