Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women - Chapter 3: A Forgotten Lot

The novel Chronicles of the Hero of Frosimar is a story about the failures of the protagonist not the successes.“It’s not good.”The First Emperor, who conquered the whole world, closed his eyes with a brief appreciation (after reading the novel).But the moment he opened his eyes again, there were only a few lines about him in the Chronicles of the Hero of Frosimar.This was because he became an imprisoned prince who met death with his first appearance (in the novel).

Only I know the end of this world.

One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.

His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

The world has become a playground for the world of the heavens, and all living beings are digitized, waiting for the players in the world of the heavens to come to kill and torture countless times.

Yi Zheng, who turned into the first trash rabbit in Novice Village, chose to take a group of rabbits to start running, sit-ups, bench presses, rowing, swimming on the green grassland…

A year later, when the player came, what they saw was not a group of mobs, but a terrifying devil muscle rabbit!

The Rabbit King, who was sitting high, waved a carrot and said cruel words: “Starting today, don’t even think of leaving the Novice Village alone!”

- Description from novelbuddy

Ren Suo has acquired a special game console by chance. By using it, Ren finds that the events in games he play will actually happen in reality after he beats them. In addition, he could also learn skills from the games to enhance himself.“So, from Graes City to the base camp, we can only take the car through the mountain road, right?”“Of course,”“Then...that person is...”About a hundred meters away, they saw a figure with long, blonde hair running swiftly through the mountains. Slopes and scattered rocks were no obstacles to her—it was as if she was parkouring.