Forsaken Immortals - Chapter 324: Enigma

Long Fei, a cross-timer and doujin, is an otaku who traveled to another world. In the original world, he was an otaku fan of Gundam and military science fiction.

He died in an accident and was reincarnated into another world. The Gundam works he had read before his death and the techniques in various military novels could be brought to another world.

How would he use the Gundam that Long Fei created? What waves can be caused in this different world?

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In a group pet novel, the sinister and powerful business emperor accidentally became comatose. But no one knew that his consciousness was soberly trapped in his unconscious body.

Ning Yi transmigrated from the bitter world full of zombies to become his cannon fodder wife. Because she had to marry for her sister, her mentality was distorted, and she was about to abuse her disabled husband.

Then, suddenly the bodies of the two of them swapped.

Seeing Ning Yi lying like a dead body instead of him, the man’s voice was full of malice as he asked, “How does it feel?”

–Can’t hear, can’t move, can only wait for others to slaughter.

Ning Yi, “It’s so quiet, the bed is so soft. Let’s sleep for a while….zzZZ”

Gu Cheng, “?”

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For Ning Yi, who has been living in the apocalyptic world for three years, her biggest wish is to lie down and sleep peacefully.

After learning that she can freely control the interpenetration with the big boss, Ning Yi affectionately said, “I am willing to lie down for you, in exchange for your freedom.”

So when the wealthy mother-in-law tested whether she would be impatient to scrub her husband— Ning Yi said, “Husband, come and take care of your body!”

When the elder of the Gu family challenges that if she can clean up the property, then that will be her’s— Ning Yi said, “Husband, come and exercise!”

Gu Cheng, “…” Very good.

Originally, everyone was waiting for Gu Cheng to wake up and kick out Ning Yi. But in the end, they saw that her life was going smoothly, her mother-in-law was like sisters with her, and she had become a wealthy upstart!

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At the high-class dinner party, Ning Yi was stopped by young talent to exchange contacts. As soon as she took out her mobile phone, the audience suddenly fell silent.

——The man who has fallen in legend is looking as handsome as before and has calmly appeared on the stage.

Seeing his wife with others, he immediately jumped over the crowd and stopped behind Ning Yi with his tall body, his dark eyes filled with cold possessiveness, “Why didn’t you call your husband?”

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When Song Xiao was young, he wanted to become a Virtuous Official for a lifetime, but was forced to marry into the palace by that uncooperative Emperor; when his Virtuous Empress For A Lifetime career had just started, the Emperor died……

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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