The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
#dotingmalelead #infrastructure #RPG #OPMc (Caution: Don't read while you're drinking. Author is not responsible for choking incident due to excessive happiness. XD Just sharing good vibes. If you're down and feeling sad, read my novel!) Li Chunhua never expected she would be transported in another world after she was reading an odd book she found in the Sect's Library. By the time she opened her eyes, her mind was instilled with memories of another girl whose appearance and name resembled hers. She actually became the vicious cannon fodder in that male lead angst novel she read. Faced with the future of miserable death, Chunhua decided to stay away from the male lead and the supporting characters and decided to live low-key. Thanks to her koi physique her road to a comfortable life was smooth sailing. When others are still starving by the lack of food, Chunhua had already started farming and rearing live stocks. When others are still without a proper shelter, she was already building roads. Although she was only eating her terrible cooking, her life was already good! [Congratulations for upgrading your thatched cottage to Level 1 log cabin.] [Congratulations for upgrading your Level 1 log cabin to Level 2 stone house.] [Congratulations...] Everything was was going well until she picked up an unconscious man covered in dirt in the forest. She always believe in karmic conditioning and therefore took care of him until he was back on his feet. Until one day, he told her his true name. Li Chunhua was dumbfounded. No way, the man I saved was actually the male lead! Is it too late to throw him back to the forest again? A certain someone's expression darkened and threw her on the bed. "You dare!"
Disaster Day (2)
(Chapter dedicated to Chibi_Wolf38 for the Dragon. (❁´◡`❁) )
Long Haoran stared at the woman, who was sleeping peacefully, and chose not to wake her up but rather to question her later about what happened.
He went back to the living room to pick up the plastic wrappers of breads, biscuits, melon seeds, bags of chips, and happy fat water cans. He disposed of them, and also checked under the table.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw a paper and picked it up. The scribbles in it was unfamiliar and thought it was from the elf. He momentarily stored it in his inventory.
After tidying up the living room, he went inside the kitchen and was stopped by the door.
Everything had traces of charcoal. Pots and pans were overturned, and the handles of the knives were broken and scattered on the floor full of black stains.
Then, he saw the steam rising from the wok and approached the stove with the small embers still burning in it.