MTL - This Star Doesn’t Work Overtime - Chapter 183 181. Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky.

Ye Feng traveled through the barren parallel world of the game, obtained the game production system,

As long as players give a “super difficult” score, they can improve their game production ability,

Looking at the “very simple” comments in the game area,

Ye Feng was shocked, he came to another world with the Ninth Art,

“Digging for Ascension”, “Dead Cells”, “Curse of Blood”, “Sekiro”…

A series of games was born,

He wants to see, who dares to say it’s very simple!

Admit it, food is your only way out!

However,

The player who was tortured, lost his mind, lost his confidence, and lost his moral heart still firmly moved the mouse to that option!

very simple!

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After being framed by her stepmother, she had spent the entire night with that mysterious man. In the end, she was forced to leave another country. Five years later, she returned with a pair of beautiful dragon and phoenix treasures! However, on the day of her return, she had offended the handsome CEO. What shocked her even more was that this CEO and her son looked exactly the same! “A pair of cute photos of Gongzi Bao accidentally went viral on the internet. One day, the CEO stepped forward and blocked her path.” “Woman, let’s talk about the right to the care of children!” “Let’s not talk about it!” A man placed her against the wall, “Alright, let’s not talk about our children. Let’s talk about when we can get a marriage certificate!”

Under the starry sky, all races compete for the front.

The human youth Ye Huan has mutated eyes.

Don’t forget, it’s just basic exercises.

Martial arts, just watch it once.

If you read the exercises once, you are cultivating.

The medicinal pill came out after watching the refining process, and it could be optimized.

Yuanguo, Yuancao, the year has increased at a glance.

Ten thousand clan exercises and secret skills, just looking at them, they become human clan exercises and secret skills.

…

Under the starry sky, Ye Huan convinces all the tribes.

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“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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