Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! - Chapter 2023

Xue Dongting was a singsong girl plucked from her small border town to become the consort of the crown prince. Little did she know she would be murdered by his own hand.

Now reborn, she has a chance for a do-over. This time around, she will marry that fisherman from the next village over and live a quiet, peaceful life, away from the scheming intrigues of the imperial family.

It’s just that, this lowly fisherman is not quite what he seems…

After being hit by a flower pot, Yu Wan woke up as a poor village girl with an unconscious and fragile mother and a little brother.

She was lost as she did not know this unknown ancient world. But she had to pull herself together, because her mother is still unconscious and her brother was starving.

So she plowed and sowed until she had a large piece of fertile land, rising to the peak of success ever since.

Just as life was getting comfortable, a man, widely feared and rumored to be a living Satan, forced his way through her door, declaring he would marry her!

Although she adored beautiful men, it was rumored that this prince…

“Your Grace, we don’t know each other well!” She said seriously.

“Heh!” The prince smiled meaningfully before grabbing three little toddlers with chubby cheeks from behind of him. “Greet your mother.”

Yu Wan was flabbergasted…

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Several hundred thousand players are trapped in a gritty zombie apocalypse survival game just after game launch. There are hints that deaths in the game might be serving some other terrible purpose in the background of reality…