Heaven Official’s Blessing - Chapter 91-100

Lu Chengyu was born again nine years ago after being killed accidentally just after graduating from college.

In order to avoid the unfortunate fate of the last life, Lu Chengyu started from the very beginning and started to avoid his classmate who has good feelings for him.

He began to select stocks, work carefully and everything was in progress.

Just didn’t think of an encounter would bring Yan Mu to his life, Lu Chengyu’s life is no longer lonely.

– Author’s note

This is a story of making a fortune and changing his destiny after a rebirth.

The article is fluent in writing and vivid in character. It captures a delicate, yet naughty and an indifferent face, a warm and passionate attack. A plot twists. Fascinate reading. After all, how can the two men walk step by step. We should wait and see while developing their romance.

- Description from Novelupdates

“With my knowledge, give me a fulcrum on which to place it and I shall move the world!”

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Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivalled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Glenn, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

In the City of Crime, one law stands above them all: Only the strongest can live.