Overlord (Light Novel) - Chapter 88.2: Vol12 C1 The Demon Emperor Jaldabaoth Part 2

My name is Zhu Fukongliang, male, 18 years old.
When I was in the second grade of middle school, I bound a [plot maintenance system].
Every time I fell asleep, I would travel to a certain character in a parallel world, and my task was to play this character and proceed with the normal main storyline.
Only later did I realize that the parallel worlds I traveled through were scientifically called [Doujin World].
This system has had a huge impact on my life.
Because I always accidentally confuse the distinction between my world and the world of my fans.
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——For example, when I just came back from the world of [All Staff Beastization] and saw a certain nasty ghost Matsuda, I didn’t react for a while, and said directly: “Where are your cat ears and tail?”
He also took a cat stick and stuffed it into Matsuda: “Here, your favorite snack.”
Police Academy Five: ? !
Matsuda: …Wait? I am not, I am not! Take your eyes off!
——For another example, after I came back from the world of [All Members Sexual Transformation], I met a new member of my brother’s band, his name is Akai, and I couldn’t help but hesitate: “You finally choose to change sex…?”
Whiskey Group: ? !
Akai: Huh?
——For example, in [Normal World], the hater Matsuda would play with fire on the Ferris wheel. Although he hates it, he must not understand common sense. But I remembered that my brother taught me a term called rebellious period. The more you stop him, the more he might do it. So in order to protect the other party’s fragile self-esteem, I decided to gently remind him.
“Songtian, I’ll find someone to help you figure it out, you’re not suitable for dating, you’d better be single for a lifetime.”
I think I’m awesome, because that way Matsuda won’t go on a date with the Ferris wheel in the Holy Land.
Matsuda: “??? No, wait, are you sure your brother isn’t playing with me? Zhufu!”

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The world’s largest scale virtual reality game, ‘Kailan’.

I complained that the play script in this other world was terrible. But then they told me, ‘If you don’t like it, write it yourself.'” I got so mad that I plagiarized the lives of famous people and made them into scripts. ⌠Your Highness, I still have twelve battleships.⌡ ⌠The die is cast.⌡ ……But it ended up being way more popular than I expected. Somebody, help me!!!

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”