The fourth year since I transmigrated into a book, and the second year my husband and son have kept me imprisoned.
Good news: I found a formation that can help me escape the book.
Bad news: My scumbag husband and unfilial son destroyed it ages ago.
My husband and son sneered, "You think you can run?"
The shady System, which had vanished for two years, popped up to sneer at me. "Woman, aren't you satisfied yet?"
I leaped off the rooftop and successfully left the world of the book. "Worry about yourself."
On my 200th day of enjoying life on my own back in the real world, two idiots showed up at my shop.
Watching the brainless father and son stumble out of a tear in space and time, I calmly pointed the way.
"Turn left when you leave and go into the tallest building. Find the company's CEO. His younger sister is the person you've been looking for all along."
The father and son, who had fled in such a sorry state, had red-rimmed eyes. "We're looking for you."
The daughter eating cake beside me looked up in confusion. "Why are you looking for my mom?"
