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[The loser in the world of cultivation×Dark Fairy Tale Book] I dressed up as the cannon fodder female supporting character in a cultivation novel, but accidentally picked up a mysterious fairy tale book that could talk. Every word in the book is alive, and there are also a group of cute paper people living in it, clamoring all day long for me to feed them spiritual energy as snacks. I originally wanted to cling on to my life and concentrate on raising my baby, but who would have thought that those paper figures could jump out of the page and turn the cowhide I had boasted about into reality one by one. I casually said "Three years to become a Nascent Soul and five years to become a god", and I was promoted to full level the next day. He boasted that he "wanted to be the richest man in the world of cultivation", and in a blink of an eye, the cave was filled with top-quality spiritual stones. Until one day, I accidentally sighed to the most beautiful paper boy in the book: "It would be great if you were real." Overnight, the fairy tale book turned into ashes, and the young man knocked on my door under the moonlight. And the original heroine who had taken everything away from me was smiling at me outside the door, holding a sword dripping with blood-- "Sister, you stole my life... And the good things I raised, now it's time to give them back to me." "Don't be afraid," his cold hands covered my eyes, "Now, let me take care of you." Later I realized that what I picked up was never a fairy tale book. That was written by Tiandao himself - the Black Lotus Taming Manual.

Metaphysics anchor Shen Jianwei supports himself by exorcising evil spirits and telling fortunes at B&Bs. Until she connected to a century-old haunted house, and sitting on the other side of the screen was the richest family in the financial headlines. The richest man's wife burst into tears: "The Begonia birthmark on your left shoulder... Is my daughter who was abducted twenty years ago!" The live broadcast room exploded, with anti-fans mocking her for acting. But Shen Jianwei stared at the dark figure behind the richest man and chuckled: "Dad, before you recognize your daughter, do you want to talk to... The 'good brother' you have been carrying on your back for twenty years?" Later, the whole capital knew that the newly found daughter of the Huo family was not to be trifled with: the haunted house was her vacation home, and the evil ghost was her part-time employee. If she stomped her feet, the entire metaphysical community would have to offer tea. And the top-notch ex-boyfriend who once said that she had reached a high level was facing the empty live broadcast interface and sending over and over again: "Weiwei, guess when will I be able to live in your heart again?"

The global horror game has arrived, and everyone else is hugging each other for warmth, but I, a defenseless nanny, have received the only warning in the entire server: "Please stop your violent treatment!" When others were being chased by monsters and crying, I raised the cross and smashed the BOSS's head. When my teammates were waiting for milk, I put ten layers of Holy Light Shield on myself and rushed into the monster pile. The system couldn't bear it and a pop-up window appeared: "Player Qiao Xi, please clarify your career position!" I wiped the monster slime splattered on my white coat and responded with a smile: "My position?" "--It's to send them to a blissful rebirth." Later, a word spread throughout the server: "Run! That devil in a nurse uniform, what she has in her hand is not a healing staff, but a damn demon pestle!"

It wasn't until after my death that I learned that I was the "ex-wife professional" with the highest performance in Kuaishuan Bureau. The task is completed and I choose to retire. But those ex-husbands who I had abandoned, used, and betrayed - tyrants, immortals, overlords, and interstellar commanders - actually joined forces to tear apart time and space and chased me into my world. They asked me with red eyes: "Why?" I silently took out the National Anti-Fraud Center APP. Now, they call this... A compound crisis?