Ex-Husband CEO, Stop Messing Around! - Chapter 214 - 213: Heartbreak

Shikigami: “Master, it's time to increase your magic power through sex tonight.”-----------------------PS：Shikigami is the term for a being from Japanese folklore. it is thought to be some sort of kami, represented by a small ghost.Usually shikigami are conjured to exercise risky orders for their masters, such as spying, stealing and enemy tracking.

This world is sick; both Immortals and mortals suffer from a stubborn ailment known as Longevity.Under the influence of Immortality, various Cultivation Techniques evolve rapidly in grotesque and inexplicable directions.[Fetal Period: A baby is born with shriveled, powerless limbs.][Childhood: After 20 years, the Internal Organs completely decay.][Weak Crown Period: At 50 years, the flesh dries and withers.][Thirty Years Old Stage: After 100 years, the blood runs dry and gives birth to mutations.]I am an Immortal Seeker, and also one seeking survival.

I found myself inside the bleak BL novel Silence, where both the protagonist and the antagonist perish. And I became the oppressed omega, Seo Heemin, who tries to escape, ends up breaking his ankle, and even suffers a miscarriage. As expected, as soon as I come to my senses, I am sold to Cha Yiheon, who harbors a deep grudge against the original protagonist. “Why don’t you hit me?” “…Do you want to be hit?” Fortunately, he is a revenge-driven character who loves Seo Heemin dearly. To return to reality, I have to gently seduce him and achieve a happy ending. *** “Hyung, it’s Heemin.” —…Where are you now? Are you crazy enough to want to die? The raw emotion of his anger was palpable. His rage was at its peak, more intense than ever. But, as I had expected this reaction, I calmly responded to him. “I’ll be done with my appointment in an hour, so come pick me up. Let’s go on a date at our lake park.”

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?