Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players - Chapter 27: Departure

Yun Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

Welcome to Hell’s Game.[Entering instance: Bloody Restaurant][The position you applied for: Delivery Person][Your customers include: a fat otaku emitting a corpse stench, a maid who bursts at the slightest disagreement...][Your colleagues include: A boss who's too pretty to be human, A cow or a horse in the literal sense, a man-eating tree that swears in French...]Facing these incredible characters, Liu Zheng, who wanted to be a decent person, had no choice but to give up on humanity.

In 2180, the last survivor of the human race returns to Earth.

In 2025, a 3rd generation Chaebol regains consciousness after being rendered a vegetable in a car accident.

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Chu Jiao had always suffered from the quick changing nature of human relationships since little and had never tasted the feeling of being doted on. She was suddenly informed that her existence was only a few strokes of a pen in a novel. All her suffering was set by the author in order to make the male and female leads succeed.

She wasn’t willing nor could she accept the truth.

For vengeance, she bound herself to the “Supporting Female Carnal Desire System”. In order to survive and go back to the original world, she needed to kick down the female lead and take on the mission of catching the male lead and to clear the conditions, she needed——bo-body fluids?

Originally, she only planned to use her body without the intention of losing her heart but she never imagined that she would over and over again meet people that would carefully place her in the palm of their hand and spoiled her dearly.

They paid her with sincerity so she might as well return it with deep feelings.

Ultimately, she discovered that everything was actually love.

As the stars move and the time turns, you’ll like me no matter what I look like.