The Last Primal - 841 Chapter 841

Lu Ruanruan is a salted fish Alpha, the biggest wish in life is: lie down and win
But the reality is always bad luck and poverty.
The day she was slandered as a stand-in and lost her chatting job.
Lu Ruanruan was angry, driven by strong resentment.
she got a system
The system required her to dress up as a stand-in for the heroine in ten ABO novels about chasing husbands and crematoriums.
As long as she can achieve Liying, she can realize her wish in real life.
Lu Ruanruan: That’s not easy, lie down and win, do it!
However, later, the plot line of each mission world will have strange deviations.
The task is upgraded to hard mode.
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first world:
The substitute lover of school grass
Lazy Lu Ruanruan: The school bully insists on forcing me to study. If I don’t study, I won’t get enough food. I somehow became a high-tech top talent.
Second world:
Big Brother’s Sister
Lazy Lu Ruanruan: Brother Little Sweet Cake is going to die soon, how to break the treatment madness, wait online
…
Every time she travels through a world, Lu Ruanruan will inexplicably master a skill.
And these skills seemed to belong to her in the first place.
After shedding a layer of skin from the fast travel world, after completing the mission, Lu Ruanruan’s skills are full.
One day in a bar, I ran into my former employer “Boss Huo”.
Sitting in the dim yellow and dark place, the long legs of the man O are curled up, his bones are cold and sharp.
He raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes met, and they were scattered.
Lu Ruanruan froze in place, frantically putting together chaotic memory fragments in his mind.
She was like watching flowers on a horse, and saw another self.
She walked up to the man: “Sorry, I’m late.”
A mist flickered in the man’s eyes: “It’s okay…you just need to remember.”
Demining: Every hero in the world is a person, with a lot of personal settings. I can only give the last spoiler: the heroine is a super boss. Shocking reverse text, so it may be slow time travel.

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One-sentence introduction: The heroine of salted fish is a boss
Conception: The heroine of salted fish is a boss

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The Third World War has been ended by the efforts of Kamijou Touma. With that, he vanished. With the Magic Side regrouping, the Sabbath for their followers has arrived.

In the headquarters of the Science Side, Academy City’s strongest Level 5 Esper Accelerator has washed his hands off the “Darkness.” Along with Last Order and Misaka Worst, his days pass by peacefully with no sign of GROUP.

Hamazura Shiage has formed a new ITEM with Kinuhata, Takitsubo and Mugino. Peace has come to the hands of the alumni who have “graduated” from Academy’s Dark Side at last… at least until a new evil “first year student” appears before them.

— This is a follow up to the popular Toaru Majutsu no Index light novel series, where Kamachi-Sensei has promised to deliver new premises and give a totally new flavor to the fights and plot developments

Yun is a novice MMO player who equipped only unpopular skills labelled as garbage. However, soon after the official launch of the game, the NPC stopped to sell Recovery Potion. Everyone finally started to notice the importance of Support Magic and Items. And that spells trouble for Yun as well as all the support-based players. They received orders for recovery potion from endless flood of players en masse, some more aggressive players even go as far as forcing the support players to be their personal craftsman. In order to prevent this from going out of hands, all the support players grouped together to form a community to keep things in order.

“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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