Ye Mo transmigrates into The Ultimate Husband and opens his eyes to find himself among the spectators at one of Lin Wanrong’s most iconic moments. Lin is passionately denouncing the emperor, so Ye Mo smiles and chimes in: “Let me teach you the art of voice acting.” Poems from another world crush the local literary talents, while Red Alert tanks shatter the myths of the martial world. When he casually summons a terrifying construction vehicle, the Three Kingdoms’ royal houses descend into chaos.
“Brother Lin, I’m taking over the goddesses fated to be yours. Got a problem with that?”
“Zhang Zhenren, can your Taiji stop even one ten-thousandth of a photon from my prism tower?”
Ye Mo flicks his fingers and chuckles. “System, activate the Infinite-Dimension Conquest Protocol…”
It was as if his consciousness had been yanked out of a bottomless abyss, dragged through muddy chaos and tearing pain, then slammed into an unfamiliar body. Ye Mo sucked in a sharp breath. His nostrils filled with dust, sweat, and the rowdy smells of the marketplace, mixed with cheap face powder.
The tumultuous din burst through the barrier of his eardrums.
“…The emperor? So what if he’s the emperor! Does that mean he can abduct women? Does that mean he can ignore the law?!”
The voice was deliberately raised and impassioned, with the sharpness of someone who had only just outgrown his youthful awkwardness and was desperate to prove himself. It was like a nail trying to drive itself into the middle of this noisy scene.
Ye Mo shook his still-heavy head and struggled to focus his vision.
