Bigshot Mr. Fu's Wife is Sweet and Wild - Chapter 53: Mrs. Fu was blocked again

Sinan Ke is a young talented writer of small, very dark *beep* novels. He is a gold medal author on a famous meat* novels website and he has a multitude of fans. However, he is still, after all, a wretched writer who puts the main character in his stories through great torment; so on this day, he got his retribution…

System: Welcome, Visitor No. 039, to the virtual punishment worlds of the Great Harmony Department. You are in scene XY0358, your current status is a student currently taking an exam—

Student Sinan Ke: What? ! ! (⊙?⊙)

System: Please save the various youths who have lost their way, otherwise, you will not be able to break away from the virtual punishment world.

This is the story of a small author of small *beep* novels being punished to go through various small *beep* worlds. He was tasked to save the protagonist who, because of said author, was turned into an obscene *beep* toilet.

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“Abused and disowned by her family after she was found heavily pregnant, Ji Weixi was forced to leave her hometown with nothing to her name. She returns four years later, only to be caught in a job with Li Shaoling, her stepsister’s fiancé-to-be as her boss.

Eren Idril died as an old, decrepit, and piss-poor adventurer by the maws of a D-Rank monster. He had a lot of unfulfilled dreams and desires that couldn't see the light of the day after the light in his own eyes died down.

But fortunately for him and unfortunately for the world, that wasn't his end. Eren was somehow dived back in time when he was a mere teen, attending Lionheart Academy for adventurers.

When life gives him a second chance, Eren decides to exploit it to its fullest. Experience his vile deeds as he partakes in them without feeling the slightest bit of hesitation.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”