(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce! - Chapter 114: A chat about intentions

Lu Jianyan is absolutely certain that the world he lives in has been crazy.

The romantic friend suddenly announced that he would love him to death; the stranger suddenly decided to die for him … It seemed that the whole world wanted to fall in love with him overnight.

Lu Jianyan: What? [Dazed.jpg]

World: Friend, have you heard of fast reincarnation with the system? There are always a few people who firmly believe that attacking you is the best shortcut to complete the task.

Lu Jianyan: Keep it simple. Please let the way to complete the task simple.

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Char lived alone in the closed beta test of “Fantasy World” for thousands of years. He had already experienced 177 data wipes. In this span of time, he had already successfully charmed all of the NPC beauties, challenged all of the bosses single-handedly, gathered all of the divine weapons and used hundreds of methods to complete the online game as though it was a replayable console game. Just as he was losing the ability to differentiate whether he was a player or an NPC, the public beta started for “Fantasy World”. As such, a player who was even more terrifying than a boss was born.

Lin Yuan traversed to an urban romance novel. His identity is a Gao Fushuai and he is also a villain. Fortunately, he can make choices to get corresponding rewards. Note- Gao Fushuai means tall, rich, and handsome (Mr.Perfect).

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.