Plot Twists Imagination の短編小説 &Male POVFace Slapping小説

On the first day of college, I became Bellingham University's most infamous 'serial dumpee'. Whether it was the graceful upperclassman or the cold, stunning campus queen, every girl who went on a single date with me would, without fail, leave me for my roommate Blake Ramsey by the very next day. Blake rocketed to the top as every girl's golden boy. He juggled his growing roster of admirers like a pro. Every day, he shoved another stack of curated dating profiles into my hands. "Buddy, don't let one bad apple scare you off. The next one will be even sweeter. You have to keep chasing true love!" I believed him and set my sights on an adorable freshman, but she broke up with me without a second thought to be with Blake. Just as despair was about to swallow me whole, a stream of floating comments appeared before my eyes. [The male lead is incredible. He's stolen so many women! I've always hated that so-called villain. Some poor kid from the countryside, and he thinks all these women would fall for him?] [I wish I had the male lead's Affection Transfer System. Then my ex-girlfriend wouldn't have been snatched away by that guy!] [I can't wait to see who the next female lead is. I'm just sitting here waiting for the male lead to steal her too!] So that was it. This whole time, I had been doing the grunt work for someone else's harem for free!

When I am choosing who to be my fiancée, comments pop up before my eyes. "Skylar, do not choose Gwen Moore! She is a daddy's girl. If you marry her, her father will make your life miserable." "Choose Laura Colson. She may be an illegitimate daughter now and not valued, but she will rise to power and become the head of the Colson family!" In my previous life, I believe the comments and choose Laura. After the marriage, she abuses me. I end up in the hospital again and again. Once, I cannot endure it anymore and escape back home. Brandon Stone, the illegitimate son who marries Gwen in my place, stands beside my father and berates me openly. "Skylar, why do you always upset Laura? You are so immature! Do you not know how powerful the Colson family is now?" My father looks displeased as well. "Why do you keep coming back when you're already married? Send him back!" In the end, Laura beats me to death after I am sent back to the Colson residence. After being reborn, I see those fake comments again. This time, I will not just sit around and await my impending doom.

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the camera was, "I will vanish completely from this world after 48 hours."

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!"

Whitney Lund throws me out of the base on the day my ability test results come out. "You were tested three times, and all three results show that you're a non-ability user, Maverick." Raven Lincoln, her second-in-command, stands nearby with a look of disdain. "Whitney has kept you around for three years even though you're just an ordinary person. She's done more than enough for you. You've already received the expulsion order from the base, so get out of here and stop being an eyesore." I grip the expulsion order tightly, a lump forming in my throat. I've spent three years following Whitney, and just last month, I nearly died in a mutant rat horde just to gain enough points for her S-rank protective gear. She held my hand back then and said, "I'll protect you for the rest of my life once I become the strongest ability user, Maverick!" It turns out that everything I've gone through and risked my life over for the past three years means nothing to her. I'm nothing more than a resource dispenser to her. One year later, the base's founding anniversary celebration is held. Whitney walks onto the stage to accept the Apex Hunter Award, but as soon as she sees the person presenting the award, her composure instantly shatters.