The Womanizer's Mute Wife - Chapter 153: The Fun Part Begins

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?

Shen and Ming, two top wealthy families, have married.

As the object of marriage, Professor Ming is obsessed with scientific research, education, and psychological construction and can’t extricate himself. He really has no relationship with the big devil Shen Tinglan!

The two of them don’t even bother to play every scene, and Ming Qianye thinks about being annulled by the Great Demon King all the time!

However, relying on the exorbitant looks, talents and abilities of both parties, CP fans come here uninvited, looking forward to their interaction every day, begging for dog food to fit together, and trying hard to find evidence of their love…

Professor Ming finally couldn’t take it anymore and sent a message to showdown with the big devil——

【Senior, I actually just want to have a fake relationship with you! 】

The Great Demon King: 【Call me husband, I will have a real relationship with you. 】

Professor Ming frowned: 【I don’t want to fall in love! 】

The big devil called directly: “What’s the matter? I just donated the laboratory and the teaching building, and last night I said that I performed well, but the next day I turned my face and refused to recognize anyone? Have you learned how to cheat money and sex?”

Professor Ming was shocked: “I didn’t, I… am participating in the show…”

Followed by ‘Duddu…’

That phone is hung up!

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded:

【Did the words just now come from the mouth of Mr. Shen, who is so handsome? 】

【How did Great Demon King Shen behave last night? Is it the color I thought it was? 】

【Can you describe the details? We don’t lack this traffic! ! ! 】

“I was ripped into this world against my will, so anyone who gets in my way from going back home... I'll show no mercy.”…Deklan is a renowned high school bully born with the unique impulse to do bad things.But he turned his life around.He and his father agreed to change for the better after spiraling into depression following the death of Deklan's mother. Instead of bullying, Deklan watched gory horror movies to suppress his impulse, and it worked.It worked so well that the impulse was essentially gone, replaced by an obsessive love of horror movies.Fate, however, played a cruel twist on him.He died.But death wasn’t the end; he was transmigrated into another world.In a world where the metaphysical realm bled into the tangible reality, a world where Ghosts were real, Deklan must find a way to go back home. And if the only way to go home was to become invincible by taming all ghosts first, then so be it.Fortunately, his newfound hobby gave him a powerful blessing.“You don’t scare me. Your face is so generic that at least a hundred horror movies starred you.”“System, this ghost is strong... Use Agna the Red Scarecrow Persona!”“This ghost is fast... use that persona!”“This ghost is so tough... use the other persona!”Others can only assimilate with one Ghost or none. Deklan? He can assimilate them all.Will Deklan be able to become invincible and go back home to reunite with his father, or was his transmigration more than meets the eye? Even if he can, with a fight for survival in every corner, will he come back the same person?

Life isn’t dramatic.

Takasugi Shinsaku once mentioned, “The mind to bring interest to an otherwise uninteresting world”, but if you’ll let me have my say, “An otherwise uninteresting world is also interesting”.

The world is just right with this level of boredom.

That is the conclusion to the results of my, Kagoshima Akira’s seventeen years of lived experience.

It’s not like anything’s ever going to happen.

I mean.

Witches from other worlds,

and cyber soldiers paying a visit from the future,

and psychics fighting under the instruction of research institutions

don’t exist, after all.