Riches and Bitches: I have a gate to an isekai and leveling-up system! - Chapter 439 Stardark

The old man pointed to the flower-like woman and said, “Call her mother from now on.” He then pointed to a flower-bud-like girl and said, “This is your sister.”

My younger sister was not cute.

She was arrogant, taciturn and weird, but she knew how to please our parents.

She was two-faced and deceitful, but it seemed like she only treated me that way.

I cared for her, tried to please her as much as I can, but she still disliked me.

Until one day, I found out her secret, our relationship began to get a little bit weird…

Before the rebirth, Gu Qingyao wanted to marry him but did not dare to marry. After the rebirth, Gu Qingyao, with the space materials in hand, all day planning to marry him with a huge dowry.

But she don’t know that someone who was also reborn has been thinking secretly about how to abduct her.

Mo Beihan was holding a bunch of things, and appeared in front of Gu Qingyao with a treacherous smile of a big bad wolf coaxing a little white rabbit. Snacks, endless floral clothes!

Gu Qingyao: “…”

She wanted to raise him into a little milk dog, but unexpectedly, he spoiled her into a little wild cat!

“Ding! Choose your idle skill.”“Ding! Idle complete. Language level +999.”“Ding! Choose your idle skill.”“Ding! Idle complete. Basketball level +999.”After a freak accident, Qi Ning acquires the “”Unlimited Idle”” system. But just as the system binds to him, it crashes, leaving a repair time of 999 years. However, to Qi Ning’s surprise, the system still allows him to idle, and with every second of idling, any chosen skill instantly reaches level 999.With his life now dramatically transformed, will Qi Ning’s rise from mediocrity be unstoppable?

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.