Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam - Chapter 17: Reception Bureau’s Strict Selection

Seo Tae Hyuk, jailed after being falsely accused.

Jian Tian transmigrated into a Mary Sue school novel and became the cannon fodder female supporting character.Although she is cannon fodder, her entire family is full of villains.The villainous eldest brother opposes the male lead and leads the company to bankruptcy.The villainous second brother opposes the female lead and ends up with crippled legs.The villainous third brother is a love-struck fool and ends up on the streets.And she has it worse, being implicated and sent to prison.Why should she be the only cannon fodder in a family of villains? She wants to turn the tables! She wants to rise!However, just as she ignites her fighting spirit, she discovers she’s bound to a system that will obliterate her soul if she doesn't slack off.Jian Tian: “...”Lies down.And she even persuades her whole family to slack off collectively.Seeing the eldest brother working overtime at the company: “Stop working overtime; after all, the company won't be yours in the end! Trust me, first lose 1 billion!”Seeing the second brother busy with his medical career: “Don't work too hard, after all, you're ultimately making wedding dresses for others. Why not research a cure for crippled legs instead?”Seeing the third brother running errands for the female lead: “Isn't being a happy bachelor nice? Why must you suffer for love? Wake up, licking the boots will get you nothing in the end!”The three brothers of the Ji family: “...”Has our little sister gone crazy?Later, after experiencing the joy of slacking, the three brothers: “Hmm, this is nice...”However...We agreed to slack off together, so how did you quietly become a top boss?!Jian Tian awkwardly scratches her head: “There’s too much development in my field; I can't help it.”And the dark villain lurking in the shadows, aggressively wrapping his arms around her waist: “Hmm? How about including me too?”Jian Tian: “...”Don’t come near me!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

“This guy, how heavy is his taste, he’s still able to eat?” Waking up, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, explosive hair, tattoos, and a demon-like face. Look at her for more than a second and you’ll have spicy eyes (your eyes will bleed-aka she looks really ugly).