Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System - Chapter 225: Harvest Day

Usually when you possess a novel, you start in the city, but I fell into the forest.

Accidentally entered an ABO novel, and before Mu Er realized that he had an extra organ, he was confused and completed the first great harmony in his life with an Omega.
But when he woke up, the man had disappeared, and Mu Er thought it was just a dream.
Unexpectedly, a few months later, when Jiyou was pointing at the handsome face of the man in the news to her excitedly praising the most outstanding Omega on the planet, she was suddenly tied to that man.
Mu Er was nervous and puzzled, she asked, “Sir, you…”
The man unbuttoned his suit, pointed at his slightly long belly, his face flushed, and he said to her, “responsible.”

(Privately set like a mountain) (O pet A) (Mines clearance: the author’s female lead)
One sentence introduction: Mr. Ba came to me with the ball to take charge
Purpose: Life is precious, and we must be responsible for it.

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- Description from novelbuddy

“Can a person suffering from amnesia have a total change in personality?”

The question lingers in Feng Ning’s mind.

Other people treat her coldly, claiming she is insidious, cunning and selfish. There were even rumors of her not being a virtuous wife and having illicit affairs with other men. However, she had no such memories.

After waking up from a heavy fall and knocked her head, she is now polite, treats people in good faith, and tries her best to get on her husband’s good side. No matter what she did, the past could not be undone and despite having no memories of it, Feng Ning calmly accepts her fate and slowly tries to mend things back. But why must fate be cruel to her? What did she do in the past to deserve this? In the first place, how did she end up in this sorry state?”

- Description from Novelupdates

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?