Cohabitation With My Ex-Husband - Chapter 9 You Don’t Need To Apologize

Ye Xuan, the youngest Martial God of the Heavenly Realm, was ambushed by the four major powers of the Heavenly Realm, resulting in the destruction of his golden body, leaving only a wisp of his martial spirit to escape to the mortal world, reincarnating into the body of a noble family's scion, Ye Xuan, in the Daxia Kingdom.With all sorts of martial arts and divine-level techniques in his possession, from that point on, Ye Xuan shook off his reputation as a waste and defied destiny. Rising step by step from the bottom, he sought revenge for his father, pursued dominance over the mythical lands, traveled the spirit martial world, and returned to the pinnacle of being a Martial God, aiming for the supreme position.Treasure, beauties? Nothing poses a problem! Geniuses, monsters? They all bow at my feet!The peak of martial arts, defying the heavens, stepping on the Heavenly Realm, becoming the supreme!

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.

What will an ordinary man do if he finds out he is God in an Otome game? Of course, save the game’s Evil character, Morrigan! Unknowingly spread more chaos! Establish your own kingdom! Establish your own religion! Kill the Goddess of Light!

This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

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