Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day - Chapter 141: Open Challenge [II]

Lin Chen was persecuted by his childhood sweetheart and accidentally obtained an ancient legacy. From then on, he embarked on a path against the heavens!“I am a sovereign! Those who insult me will be killed, those who obstruct me will die!”

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.

The Yan family has a pair of real and fake daughters. According to the normal plot, the real and fake daughters generally have a bad relationship, and the two of them fight to the death. However, at the very beginning of the story, the real daughter knew that she could not win against the fake daughter, so she decisively lay down and prepared to be taken away.

Yan Jun is the fake daughter of the Yan family. She awakened the power of time when she was eighteen years old. She can know the past and foresee the future.

When she ‘accidentally’ met the actor on the street, she asked him to do a fortune telling, “Actor, I calculated that you have a fortune worth hundreds of millions waiting to be inherited.”

Sure enough, under her guidance, the actor returned to a wealthy family and then entered the financial circle.

When she was traveling and met the boss who was seeking marriage, she took a closer look and found that the boss’s red line was broken. “This CEO, if you are asking for a match from Yue Lao, why don’t you ask someone to arrange a match? I’m familiar with this matter, and I can help you get it.” red line.”

Not long after, the boss successfully found his wife.

When she accidentally met the little poor man who was being used as a substitute by the scumbag, she grabbed the little poor man and said, “I’m telling you, Bai Yueguang, the king of the sea, is at XX place. You can throw back a few of Bai Yueguang’s fishes, okay?” Women don’t look for boyfriends in trash cans.”

Later, he became someone else’s Bai Yueguang cinnabar mole, and found a wonderful man.

When Yan Jun became famous, many people came here to see him, but it was hard to get a chance to see him.

Knowing that Yan Jun loved the real daughter the most, those who came to ask for help from Yan Jun all tried to please the real daughter.

True Daughter: Thank you very much to my sister because she took me away.

- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”