Beyond Chaos - A DiceRPG - 75. Golden Trouble

Li Muyang had transmigrated, and the good news was that he had a system. The bad news was that this system could only be used to play games. Oh well, if it’s playing games, then so be it. It’s better than having nothing. In the game, he was powerful and mysterious, causing the extraordinary fairies to be shaken to their core. Since it’s just a game, there’s no problem in aiming for the full compendium route, right? It wasn’t until one day that the fairies from the game showed up at his door that Li Muyang was truly startled. What was supposed to be just a game, how did it become real? “So... listen to my excuse!” I was really just playing a game!!

She was used by her boyfriend to trap someone. Unexpectedly, things did not go as planned.

Cinderella married the prince. However, she never expected that their eternal vow of love would last a mere ten years. Prince Charming had fallen head over heels for another woman and even proposed to her.‘That tr*sh!’However, day by day, Cinderella withered away, and there was nothing I could do. You see, I was just a…“Squeak!”Mouse! The smallest of mice, the lowest in the hierarchy, a humble harvest mouse.‘Fairy Godmother.I’m just a loathsome little mouse. The kind, generous Cinderella took a creature like me in.What I wish… is to see Cinderella smile once again.’I thought I had died, but now I’ve awoken, and time has reversed. I’m back to Cinderella’s childhood, when she was mistreated by her stepmother and stepsisters.“I came on a mission from the Ratzen family.”But the truth is, I’m not just an ordinary mouse, but a special mouse, part of the harvest mouse clan..?My family has been searching for me desperately?If that’s the case, Cinderella, let’s escape together before the prince, with his glass slipper, comes looking for you!#Mouse Heroine #Not an ordinary mouse but a noble mouse servant #Parenting story #Coming of age #Healing story #Mutual support

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”