The Villain and the Cannon Fodder’s Mother - Chapter 115: The little girl would always think about fish when she saw him (2)

Task 1: Do 10000 kicks for [strength +5].Task 2: Run 10 km for [stamina + 3]. If you fail to complete the task, the punishment is to run naked.“What the fuck?”[And a surprise for you, my dear user][You have two beautiful wives waiting for you at home.]“Now, where the hell did wives come from?”[World quest 1: Defeat an Asura and save your wives]Alan is an orphan in this chaotic world, but his strength in this world is his grandma, who raised him in the orphanage.He wanted to become an awakener for her, but that dream shattered when he found out that his soul is broken in the awakening.Ridiculed by everyone, his only option was to become a dungeon delver to help his grandma.But one night changed everything for him during his job in the dungeon, where his group suddenly faced a dreadmind and nearly died.During that time he awakened his greatest gift, his beautiful system, which suddenly started giving him tasks with weird punishment.Read to know how Alan fights against dragons, vampires, elves, demons, and dreadminds to become the strongest and how he discovers his past and secrets of the world.

I’ve possessed the mid-boss who tortures the protagonist and receives true education.Am I crazy? How dare I do such a thing to the person who is supposed to be the protagonist?I even planned to treat all the protagonist’s friends hospitably…“Everyone, wait for me! I will definitely become stronger and come to save you!”Oh. Running away.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.