The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration - Chapter 75

Xiaofei finds herself alive again inside the body of a beautiful young lady from the noble Lin family owning the same name as her.She was blessed with a peerless face, worthy of winning every men's heart and gaining women's envy in her previous life.But she foolishly fell in love with the prince, and was destined to die at the hands of her own beloved person.Even in this new life and body. Evil schemes and scandals won't let her escape even after her rebirth hence,she starts to do the same. Be evil and ruthless to those who went against her.Men and women needs to be bought.Golden Throne has to be passed over.Empire must be conquered and torched down.And hearts needs to be snatched.Xiaofei swears to overturn the world and slay her enemy. With a cruel era like this, one can only forcibly try to make a shell and protect oneself from harm.However, who would have thought that a man full of viciousness an arrogance that could pierce the sky would suddenly barge into Xiaofei's life? And would shamelessly whisper next to her ear, “Your enemy is my enemy and your wish is my command. However, I also have another wish that only you could grant for me.”“That is to have my wife for breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner.”Xiaofei: “……”

There are times when all it takes is the right voice to help you realize the greatness within to conquer the painful evil without. Uzumaki Naruto's voice of promise turns out to be his... from the future.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.