I Married My Boss In A Small World?!?

I Married My Boss In A Small World?!?

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Ki Ryo is the best Small world jumper in the entire Motherboard her cold, heartless personality and the way she deals with her foe is an essential tool in her mission to beat the male scum also adding to her deadly nature is the System 011 which is known to be second only to the motherboard system in collecting data. Together with her system Ryo is sent to what she calls her last adventure only to fall for the target... [ERROR] [ERROR...SYSTEM DETECTS THE HOST HAS FALLEN FOR THE HEROINE...PLEASE HELP] (IT doesn't matter it's my last mission anyway might as well give it my all) {After a couple of years} [MISSION COMPLETE] [LIFESPAN REACHED] [HOST PLEASE STANDBY....CONNECTING TO MOTHERBOARD....ERROR...ERROR...CALL INCOMING] &lt;Hi honey meet me at my office&gt; Ryo:...? Wait a minute why does my boss sound like my wife?!!! Wait a freaking minute wasn't that the motherboard?!?
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While the rest of the Andromeda Galaxy thrived with interplanetary travel; civilizations sharing knowledge across the stars-Ivis Ryoko's homeplanet, Neurothon, remained stubbornly grounded in isolation, and refused to look beyond its own atmosphere. For Ivis, each sunrise brought another day of impossible choices. In a society where violence wasn't just common, but celebrated, she learned the bitter truth about survival: sometimes staying alive meant staining your hands with the very brutality you despised. Every scar she bore told a story of resistance, of moments when she was forced to become what she hated most just to live to see another dawn. But while her people seemed content in their savage traditions, Ivis dreamed of something more than the endless cycle of violence. Armed with determination and scraps of forbidden knowledge, Ivis spent two years secretly constructing a transmitter-hoping to send out some sort of distress signal to escape the planet she had been trapped in. By some miracle, she managed to get it working, for about... thirty seconds. And at first, those thirty seconds seemed useless. Those two years seemed useless. And Ivis felt hopeless. That was until a spaceship landed in the forests near her home. Her way out. For the first time ever, escape felt tangible-real enough to touch. There was just... one small problem. In a moment of instinct honed by years of survival on Neurothon, she might have already shot the supposed pilot with an arrow.

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