Living in this World with Cut & Paste - Chapter 25-27

[Ding, your frog was afraid of your death, so he went on a trip overnight and stole a shelter for you! 】

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Reborn into a world of global catastrophe apocalypse.

In the face of global recovery, zombies, fog, meteorites, prehistoric creatures, glaciers, earthquakes, acid rain and other devastating global disasters, the only thing Ye Su has to do is to survive.

Unexpectedly, he got a traveling frog when he arrived. The frog was afraid of Ye Su’s death, so he simply stole a shelter!

Ye Su: “???”

But what’s even more outrageous is yet to come.

[Ding, your frog is afraid that you are not stable enough, so he stole the source of fire for you]

[Ding, your frog was afraid that you would be bitten, so he stole the antiviral potion overnight! 】

[Ding, your frog stole the Zanpakutō for you! Additional Asura – Blade Skill! 】

So, when everyone was avoiding zombies, disasters, despairing for food and water, Ye Su had already carried a big knife, drove a car, and came out for food!

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The two faced number one female spy transmigrates to a different world and becomes an outrageous idiot girl. When she woke up, what she had to face was consecutive blows of the decline of her family clan, her crippled martial skills, and her disfiguration. To protect her family, she must obtain the treasured book, obtain outstanding achievements, summon a dark beast army. Wait and see how in this unfamiliar, dark magical continent, she dies and becomes a demon then steps up to the top, making all of the formidable people in the world bow down to her in respect.

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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.

In the era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at the Thaumatology Academy was something Shad never thought of.

A whispering voice rang in my ears, who was reciting the poems of foreigners——

The old gods and aliens,

When the brassy rings of fate turn,

The golden runes are flickering.

steam surge,

the fire flickers,

Relic echoes,

The old gods revived.

The outstretched hand after the thick fog,

Pull back the hazy curtain of the crazy age.

Guests from afar explore the lands of the Old Continent,

Striking the melody of the next era.

Came here through the gate of time,

Shad put down his suitcase,

Look at the silvery moonlight overhead.

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