The CEO's Substitute Wife Is A Genius - Chapter 83: Kissed

Facing bankruptcy, a beekeeper crosses over into a magical fantasy world, gaining the ability to control bee swarms. Leveraging magic, he cultivates diverse mutant bee species: efficient honey-collecting bees, formidable combat bees, and entirely new bee species with extraordinary abilities.He explores this fantastical world, bringing back various nectar-bearing flora for cultivation, creating magical honey imbued with enchanting effects, and distributing it to all corners of both worlds. While he becomes renowned as the Honey King of his original world and an elite beekeeper, his fame also spreads in the magical world, where he’s known as the Bee Whisperer of the Black Forest.The latest edition of the “Black Forest Adventure Guide” specifically warns: “Never attempt to provoke him, or his bee swarms will not spare you! Don’t ask me how I know!”

I transmigrated into a novel and became the villainess, Serina who comes from the noble Ducal Melford family.

As a well-to-do character, I tried to mind my own business, but the story had other ideas. A self-proclaimed mother brought back a boy – the duke’s heir and a genius wizard – intent on brainwashing and blackening him.

The contents of brainwashing are two things:

1. Obey our family.

2. And fall in love with Serina.

Thanks to that, the brainwashed twisted yandere is obsessed with me…

I can’t do this. I have to undo the twisted character’s brainwashing!

By the way, what’s this situation?

“Now that the brainwashing is gone, I’ll do as I please. So Serina, please, let’s do our best.”

I’ve solved his brainwashing… but why does he seem even crazier than before—

Did I make a mistake?

After dying in a tragic accident, Oscar was reborn into a lowly tribe in an ancient world of great magic where only the strongest survives. Following the decimation of his family, his only solace comes in the form of a remnant which resides in his body.Live the tale of powerful warriors and deadly monsters, and tell the story.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…