I'm an Infinite Regressor, But I've Got Stories to Tell - Chapter 3

The system: We must take the plot seriously!

Mo Fan: Ok.

The system: We cannot be OOC!

Mo Fan: Yes.

The system: We have to be cold. We must be ruthless. We cannot lose ourselves in this imaginary world.

Mo Fan: …no problem.

Not long after…

Mo Fan: System, can we talk? Hold my gong and take him away.

System: ……

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Sheng Quan has transmigrated into a novel she once read—a story set in the entertainment industry—and she’s been granted a system.The system informs her: 【Sorry, I’m a newbie system. The only thing I can give you is money.】Sheng Quan glances at the balance in her account, enough to make her the richest person in the world instantly: 【…You’re being modest.】But then the system adds:【You can use the money, but only to invest in exceptionally talented individuals with impeccable character who are currently at their lowest point in life. Only successful investments will yield returns.】For an ordinary person, this would be quite challenging.But Sheng Quan is a transmigrator, which means she has the advantage of knowing the story inside out.With her mind full of dollar signs, she calmly starts counting:* A gentle and kind-hearted film emperor who’s struggling to land roles.* A melancholic singing prodigy whose career was ruined.* A brilliant and beautiful director whose talents are stifled due to lack of funding.* A puppy-like idol who loves the stage but has no opportunities to perform.Sheng Quan waves her stacks of cash: So many potential investments, she’s bound to strike it rich.**Reading Guide for This Novel:*** The female lead is career-driven.* She wields the power of money, staying wealthy from start to finish.

Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual.As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive.Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife...Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters...Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive:Use monsters to fight monsters.

The day of marriage. Lifting the sedan chair to the door, he lightly lifted the sedan curtain, but he saw no newcomer, only a piece of paper pressed under a stone.

Looking at her flamboyant font, his thousand-year-old pupils faintly spurted out a few flames. good very good. On his perfect and impeccable face, there was a faint smile, not angry but smiling.

However, no one saw the hidden chill in that smile. That woman dared to run away from marriage, he would let her know the consequences of doing so.

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