How Did I Become an F1 Driver? - Chapter 452 - 205: Family and Friends After the Race

Nina Sinclair had the worst luck for eight lifetimes. Her boyfriend of three years was getting married, but the bride wasn’t her, and he even wanted her to attend the wedding?In a fit of anger, she found a man to fake a marriage. She planned to have him impersonate the mysterious billionaire uncle of her scumbag boyfriend who was on a business trip, aiming to crush the cheating couple by attending the wedding as his aunt!After getting the fake marriage certificate, Nina discovered she had been deceived.The marriage certificate was real, and the driver husband from the fake marriage turned into her real husband. That man even demanded she fulfill wifely duties!To slap the scumbag in the face, Nina had no choice but to brace herself. Unexpectedly, the husband she picked up on the go had good kidneys, a strong waist, loved her, spoiled her, and even helped her teach the scumbags a lesson, almost spoiling her rotten!Later, she discovered that whenever the billionaire went on a business trip, her bargain husband disappeared. The media snapped a photo of the billionaire with a globally unique pink diamond necklace, which appeared on her dressing table the next day…Could it be that her bargain husband was actually the billionaire himself?!Nina Sinclair: “Explain yourself!”The man walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Calm down, my dear wife, don’t let it affect the baby.”

The book he wrote wasn't some ordinary book, nor was he an ordinary person. He holds the ability to see the future unknowingly and writes it down as great stories.

Little did he know, he would wake up in a different body in a world where he finds out the characters in his book…A world of magic, swords and monsters.

'Wait, this isn't a world from my novel. It's a real world and the novel is just my prediction of some people just like the guardian said. So I will just enjoy the show as an audience and leave after the story ends. I have a whole new world to discover in front of me.'

But what awaits him was something he could never imagine. In front of the world, in front of the whole universe, his assumption was just a grind of sand. The truth of the world made him rethink his life and the life he lived back in another world.

Viktor North, the author, finds himself in the middle of the whole universe where he was nothing but an extra later in his life as he kept living. An extra who was abandoned by his mother, his brother who was an elemental guardian and also a demigod, his race and the God.

'But I prefer to sleep than going against these unwanted people and unwanted problems. I want to sleep. I just want to shut my eyes and sleep under my warm blanket, probably forever if it's possible.'

This is the story of an author, a grand magician, a guardian who somehow became a god and the only thing he could think of was sleep.

He is the definition of what a 'Shut-in' is.

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Dreaming back in the middle of the night, Wen Mingtang saw the ending of the beauty who pampered the golden house;

After waking up from the dream, Wen Mingtang changed his core and decided to take a down-to-earth path…

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At the end of last year, the evaluation forms for personnel changes in various ministries in the capital came out, and the public chef of Dali Temple topped the list with a record of changing 12 cooks in half a year.

Since then, the public chef of Dali Temple has become famous in the first battle, and has become a nightmare for cooks all over the capital.

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On this day, a new chef came to the public kitchen of Dali Temple who had been vacant for more than half a month…

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.