MTL - I Give the Female Supervisor a Fish Pond - Chapter 82 heartless

A Filipino man died in an illness during the latest pandemic and found himself transmigrated in a world of magic, in which he received a dinging sound in his ear.[You have transmigrated in the body of: Nameless: abandoned newborn humanAbandoned what?[God of Undead: ??? Have bestowed you his blessing by giving you the name [ Sophia Demiurge] ]I'm a girl?

Once she crossed through, she actually became the disfavored third WangFei?

Once she woke up, her family’s WangYe actually staged ‘a man and a woman’ play in front of her face?

Fine! In that case, she would also give her support: ‘365 seconds! I’ll let you feel high until you grow old! Standing on the side, watching you and her continue performing this play!’

In the end, she was thrown into the woodshed.

In a study room, a housekeeper came and reported: “WangYe, WangFei was cheating when she gambled at the casino. She was chased by people and ran to a crowded street.”

WangYe: ‘As she wished.’

‘WangYe, WangFei opened a nightclub and became the boss.’

‘As she wished.’

Finally, ‘WangYe, WangFei sent a divorce letter and asked you to sign.’

A certain Wang flipped his table: ‘She’s still not satisfied even after turning everything inside out!’

Opening a nightclub, mingling in a casino, censuring a prince, see how she played around this ancient era.

- Description from Novelupdates

As one of the first players to gain access to World of Falan—the first immersive game worldwide—Roland creates his character as a Mage.

However, playing as a Mage is not as fun and easy as he thought. His head even explodes after he casts the very first spell in the game.

Stubbornly sticking to his class when most Mages decide to create a new character, Roland gradually discovers tricks of the trade and his unusual talent. This allows him to change people’s stereotypes on Mages and to explore the deeply-buried secrets of this game…

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…