Thrown Into A New World: Let The Punishment Begin! - Chapter 860

Ever met someone who started cultivating from his mother’s womb?

On their first wedding anniversary, she almost had a miscarriage after a fall, while Fu Yanshen anxiously carried another woman into the hospital. It was at that moment Mu Chenxi realized she was just a substitute. Four years of tender love had all been a lie. For the sake of her child, she wanted to give him another chance. She waited all night, only for him to stay out until morning, returning with traces of another woman all over him. Her heart turned to ash, and she thrust a divorce agreement into his hands, “Fu Yanshen, let's get a divorce.” That was the moment Fu Yanshen truly panicked.

With the booming age of the internet, livestreaming is already a prevalent career all over the world. With people proving that money could be earned here, a lot of people jumped into it, gaining fame and wealth.Jay is a struggling 21 years old college student who dreams about becoming a livestreamer. Unfortunately, Jay don't have any talent beside his slightly handsome face. Because of that, it was hard for him to even have some viewers.But by a miracle, Jay gained the ownership of the Cube, changing his life all the way by doing all kinds of achievements![Congratulations, you completed the achievement 'Sing to your viewers in your live stream.'][You acquired the skill 'Singing' level 1.][You acquired 5,000 pesos.]...Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…