A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 822 - 500: 13 Heroes (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Seven years ago, Shen Qianshu is impregnated with Ye Ling’s child in an accident.
Seven years later, the little boy becomes famous and is thought of as the nation’s son.

When he suddenly sees Ye Ling appear, he greets, “Hello, Daddy?”
Ye Ling watches as the little prince roars, “Where’s my princess?”
Just as Shen Qianshu is preparing to run with her son, she gets pushed down by Ye Ling.

“You can leave if you want, but leave me a princess first. Let’s have another baby!”

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The future me actually let me enter a virtual game called “Otherworld”, and then play the game against the creation-level evil god to save three worlds?!

Please! Is this something a normal person like me can do?!

but……

Not to mention that the game can make money, can the power obtained in the game have the opportunity to bring it to reality?!

The key is……

The future me even brought me three golden fingers!

In this regard, Sui Yu said: “I’ll take over this epic main quest!”

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.