There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem - Chapter 15

The ultimate power that controls everything... Time.

Rock, reincarnated in Shun Long's half-dead body when a mysterious rock merged with him, and a sudden influx of information flooded his head.

He is now cultivating in a mysterious technique that can affect time, as he adventures through the cultivation world fighting geniuses, while he reaches the pinnacle in both martial arts and alchemy.

[Soft and cute heroine vs gentle and rough guy]

Father doesn’t love mother, poor family is fat, marrying a husband is not a good thing, Chen Hansui thought he had a bad hand. Only after her death did she find out that her mother was a big boss, and her husband was born alive from the love of a local tycoon in the future. Looking at the world from another perspective, everything is different…

When she was reborn and returned to the year when she was 20, Hansui decided to throw away her bad cards. Play Wang Zha Lai.

However, facing the most unruly mother-in-law in the village, the eccentric sister-in-law, and the not-so-good husband…

The soft and cute Han Sui hugged her head: I don’t think I can do it.

Male lead: I think you can still save it. Come on, my husband will give you artificial respiration.

Demining: The male protagonist in this article is not a good cake, and has no advantages other than being good to the female protagonist. The heroine is cute and cute. Both the superb mother-in-law and the poisonous sister-in-law like her. There is nothing to fight. When the villain meets such a cute heroine, his IQ is automatically blocked by 99%. The group favorite is sweet.

Zha Lang: Niuniumi who writes sweet essays

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It was only after Su Yayan's death that she realized that she was a malicious cannon fodder female character who became a scapegoat in a Mary Sue story.

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.