Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan - Volume 7, Chapter 5 – Despair That Crawls Out of the Darkness, Part 1

Coming from one of the richest families in the world, everyone wanted something from her, and Cora felt she was never loved in all of her life. Desperate to find true love, Cora got married into a pauper she took a liking to and secretly helped him rise to the top. She pretended to be disabled and poor in order to prove to her family that he was a good man, but on the day she planned to reveal her identity to him, she found him cheating on her on their bed.Filled with so much rage, Cora vowed to crush him piece by pieces.Being this heartbreak. She vowed to never love again as well, but it felt like the world was waiting for her to be single because the moment she became single.Over a Battalion men wanted to marry her.

Cheng Yichi, the three gold actor, is keen on acting. In order to return the favour, he participated in a love variety show: WHO IS THE LIAR.

However, the straight men dressed as gay, deceived everyone!

In the variety show, ten handsome guys gather, nine are gay, handsome and flirtatious men. All of them are elite leaders in various industries.

They look for the lover who is most suitable for them, take the initiative to fight for their love, and at the same time, they should also be careful not to be stolen by hateful straight man, the liar.

Love Liar Cheng Yichi: It doesn’t matter, I’ll just observe and observe, you don’t need to worry about me, just fall in love!

There are white shirts that are always buttoned at the top, but their bodies are very hot. There are ascetic doctors who turn red when they touch them, and there are romantic and romantic people who often wear wine red shirts and like to play all kinds of games.

Amorous, rich and young, and gold silk and side chain glasses.

Even the calm gentleman can be jealous in this game.

Cheng Yichi: Oh, let me look at who took them? Is it a pure white and flawless cute angel? Or a gentle and quiet beauty? Or a handsome man with a cool leather jacket?

Oh, it turned out to be Cheng Yichi…eh? It’s me?

At the end of the show, the Shura Field came as promised—Cheng Yichi’s phone line was busy!

The only straight man Cheng Yichi: Ugh, I just came to experience life, I’m just a straight man… um, right? Maybe, maybe, I’m still straight?

The possessive little wolf cub hugged his senior from behind, kissed the back of his neck warmly, and said: Hey, brother, what are you talking about? What straight guy?

Cheng Yichi: No, no, I didn’t say anything!

Small Theater: Online audience’s response to “WHO IS THE LAIR”

At the beginning: Cheng Yingchi has no scandal or love for so many years, and he is indeed gay.

After the broadcast: Woohoo, the actor Cheng is so cute, so beautiful, so gentle, so charming!

In the live broadcast: A lot of people are robbing my wife, Mr. Cheng, don’t let them succeed, you darn little wolf cub. Take your hand away from Mr. Cheng’s waist, Gah!

After the broadcast: wait? I am not wrong, right? Liar…is my wife??? Isn’t he straight? He’s been bent?? Wait, why did it suddenly become official again?!

All netizens: I am happy that Mr. Cheng is bent, but sadly, the object of Mr. Cheng’s bending is not me!

Someone who hides merit and fame: He only loves me.

- Description from Novelupdates

[From the Author of Author's POV...]

Emotions are like a drug to us.

The more we experience them, the more we become addicted.

The hardest part is not letting them consume us.

But it's already too late for me.

I've already been swallowed whole.

***

I had no knowledge of the game.

I was meant to have died.

And yet, I found myself in this situation.

A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made.

What the hell is going on?

...and who am I?

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