No Game No Life Tet

The whole world got sucked into a survival horror game. While everyone else was grinding mobs and trying not to get wiped, the system bugged out and tagged me as an NPC. My role? Takeout girl. I cruised around on my busted scooter, dropping food at boss lairs. If my rating dipped under 9.0, I'd keel over instantly. I figured I was just some unlucky idiot skating on death's edge. Then a pack of dumb players tried to jack my ride. That's when the scariest bosses in the game roared at once: "Who the hell thinks they can touch my crew?!"

Every year, the village had to choose a girl of age to become the Blossom Bride. The girl who was chosen would be sent into the cave as the village god’s wife. She would spend the entire night with him. If she came out alive, she would be honored for the rest of her life as a village elder. Any child she bore was said to be blessed, destined for a life of effortless fortune. If she died, the village would simply wait for the next year, when another Blossom Bride would be chosen. The blessing of the Blossom Bride was believed to pass on to her parents and elders as well. However, no one wanted to be chosen. To escape the ritual, families quietly left the village, one after another. I was the only one who volunteered. I had a lust problem, and I had always wondered what it would feel like to be with a god.

เขาคือชายเดี่ยวจากเว็บชวนเสียวสุดฮิต เธอคือนักแปลสาวผู้ด้อยประสบการณ์วาบหวาม เมื่อเธออยากมีเรื่องร้อนแรงสักครั้งในชีวิต การพบกันของทั้งสองจึงเกิดขึ้นภายใต้กติกาคือ กอดได้แต่ห้ามรัก ทว่า...หัวใจถลำรัก เธอควรฉีกกติกานั้นหรือถอยห่างจากกันดี ========== “มนเหมือนเด็กขาดความอบอุ่นที่ต้องได้รับการบำบัด” “ยังไง” สายตาคมไหวเหมือนจะยิ้มได้ ทำมนสิชาหน้าร้อนผ่าว ทั้งที่นั่งอยู่ในห้องแอร์ กลับเหมือนมีเปลวแดดมาลูบแก้มให้ร้อนวูบวาบ สีหน้าและลักษณะการเอียงคอมองอย่างใคร่รู้ของหญิงสาวชวนให้หนุ่มทั้งแท่ง เลือดร้อนฉ่าใคร่ลงมือสาธิตการบำบัดเสียเดี๋ยวนี้ “อย่าทำหน้าแบบนั้น” “แบบไหน” เธอนิ่วหน้า งงจัดจริงๆ ไม่ใช่การเสแสร้งมารยา กฤษฎิ์ยื่นหน้าเข้ามาใกล้ กวาดสายตายิ้มได้ ลูบไล้นวลแก้มละมุนที่เริ่มซับสีเรื่อ แล้ววกกลับมาสบตาคู่งาม “แบบที่กำลังมอง สนใจ ใคร่รู้ มันทำให้ผู้ชายเกิดอารมณ์ ไม่รู้หรือ...”

My sister and I were both adopted from the same orphanage. When we got to choose our paths, she picked a prominent family in Edenorf City—wealthy, influential, and utterly untouchable. But the heir turned out to be twisted and cruel. He tormented her day in and day out. I chose the unassuming Moss family. They didn't have the fortune or the status of her new family, but they treated me with genuine warmth. In time, their youngest son became a business titan, and he married me, giving me a life filled with more happiness than I'd ever dreamed possible. Consumed by jealousy, my sister secretly strangled me. But when I opened my eyes again, I found she had shamelessly stolen the life I’d built—this time, choosing the Moss family for herself. "Carmen," she sneered, "now it's your turn to suffer." I almost laughed out loud. Did she think the Moss heir was some simple jackpot?

BEING LOVED BY GREYSON WAS MY GOAL. Since the very beginning of our marriage, I wanted nothing more than to be the woman in his eyes. But instead... I was the woman in his shadow—watching as he went out with others and lived his own life. So when I realized Greyson never loved me, I decided to return the favor! But, of course, he wanted a second round.

Su Lan was what people called a hermit. In her life she had no goal and no motivation whatsoever. Her life goal was to live a normal life and favorite pass time was to eat, sleep, and play on her computer. But everything changed when she accidentally pressed an ad of an online game. The next thing she knew her life changed. One pit after another waited for her to fall. Until even with her gentle nature she finally flipped out as she declared to fight her way to get her hermit....cough cough...peaceful life back.

After transmigrating into a horror game, I realize I can hear ghosts' inner thoughts. "Oh, look, a human! I need to give her a pet!" "Why can't I touch her? Move! I gotta touch her!" "Humans! She's so tame that she's even letting us pet her!" My inner thoughts scream, "Damn it. Now I feel like a monkey in the zoo."

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

The second Zoe reset her life and landed back at the Elite Match Gala, she swapped her token with her half-sister's. No hesitation. Because in her previous life, Connor had married Zoe, but she had died helpless and unloved. It was only on her deathbed that Zoe finally knowed the truth: Connor had loved her sister all along. Now, Connor grabbed the bouquet meant for Vicky, eyes lighting up."Vicky, you're it for me. My one and only." Then he turned to Zoe—and the warmth vanished. "Zoe, you've always been like a little sister to me. Don't even think about stepping into Vicky's place." That hit like a slap. Cold, sharp, humiliating. Everyone thought she was pathetic. But this time, Zoe wouldn’t beg for his love. She would bless them instead—marry the man her father had chosen for her, and never look back.

"I always thought I had found the perf 'Once she gives birth, I’ll divorce her.' 'When I have sex with her, I cover her head with a pillow because the other side of the pillow has your picture It turns out, I was just surrogate tool, and all his affection was fake. So, I When I started a new life, Gu Songqian came knocking on my door: 'Actually, I love both of you equally. From now on, you’ll live on the west side, and she’ll live on the east side, and you won’t disturb each other.'"