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What is The Baby Takes Over
Đọc tiểu thuyết The Baby Takes Over của tác giả Three_Rotten_Plums được xuất bản trên WebNovel."Everything has already been planned, stop asking questions alright? Gosh you're like an old granny! Why must you be such a bore!""Hmph, don't come crying to me if something you didn't account for hap...
"Everything has already been planned, stop asking questions alright? Gosh you're like an old granny! Why must you be such a bore!" "Hmph, don't come crying to me if something you didn't account for happens, it's your life that's on the line after all, not mine." "You say that but your face betrays you, *sigh, stop being such a worry wort! It's been millenniums! It's either he dies or I do cause this back and forth is getting seriously old! ...And since there's a 50%chance of me dying, why don't we go do something funner than talking strategy?" "A-are you serious? Right now?! ...You've always been shameless. Fine, since you're probably going to die soon...one last time." The preparation for war had come to a most satisfactory end, with my trusted confident and me spending the rest of the day locked in a christmas movie marathon. She was a trustworthy fellow, albeit a tad bit too serious in certain aspects, and the only thing/person I would miss if the fight tomorrow ended with me dead. The life I had lived was in no way pleasant, but even then not everything was bad' I thought. 'sigh If everything goes according to plan, things will get even better'. I shouldn't have thought that thought. As the humans say, I had "raised a death flag". The duel next day, was rigged! The traps and surroundings operated oil smooth, the "OH SO GREAT Hero" was making mistakes he usually wouldn't make. Blinded by the hope of change, I stepped on a pebble while evading an attack, and slipped. I SLIPPED ON A FREAKING PEBBLE. Clearly lady luck was jealous of my good looks and charming deformed physique, she always was an envious little prick. I fell, the hero laughed, gave me a proper stab in the chest, and then walked away....he didn't even spare the time to kill me properly! I could see my confidant teary eyed behind the boundary that surrounded the arena, what an idiot, just yesterday she had said she didn't care whether I died or not, guess she was right about not being meticulous enough though. How dreary, death isn't even that bad, at least I'll get some proper rest, I do hope there there will be an afterlife though, sleeping forever is bound to get tedious. The world would celebrate my death that day, and I would learn that making a wish before dying was an extremely brilliant of me to do. The moment I closed my eyes....my soul was transferred to the body of a fetus. ...Wouldn't this mean that the isekai genre the humans liked so much is actually non-fiction?! Heh, time to wreck havoc in this world too...once I get born that is.
