MTL - To My Dear Mr. Huo - v4 Chapter 15 : She seems to be getting used to him

Ye Yun traveled to the Star Railway World and obtained the “Shop of All Worlds” system.Through this system, Ye Yun can sell items from across different worlds and invite guests from other realms to visit the Star Rail.His first encounter is with a space traveler named Stelle, and soon... many new experiences begin to unfold.Each time the shop's turnover reaches a certain amount, Ye Yun receives a reward from the system.

Sunless once wondered why the stars shone so brightly, despite being far out of reach. There was a scientific explanation out there, but he didn’t care about that. If the world wanted to spite him, he’d spite the world back.Sunny will reach for the stars, grasp them, and crush them, drowning the universe with a lightless sky.

Luke never thought his obsession with novels would lead to his death — let alone reincarnation.After a fatal accident, he awakens in the world of Voidstar Chronicles, a novel he’d just finished reading.But there’s a catch: he’s not the hero. He’s Cassian von Luminaire, the doomed crown prince who dies before the story truly begins.Armed with the knowledge of the future, Cassian was determined to change himself and escape the terrifying fate that awaited him.But the world he’s in isn’t exactly the same as the book he read. Hidden truths and unexpected challenges blur the lines between fiction and reality.Can he outsmart fate and forge a new path, or is he destined to remain an expendable extra?—[Ding! Star System awakened successfully…]

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.