King Of Chaos - Chapter 203 Ch : Dong Yexu

[System] + [Cub] + [Gourmet] + [Supporting Female Character] + [Livestream]

Shen Wei bound herself to a super kindergarten system and returned to her villainous childhood period.

The future computer genius who would destroy the world was currently just a stubborn little darling suffering from domestic violence.

The future renowned autistic painter who would later commit su*cide had not yet been mol*sted by her stepfather.

The future highly intelligent criminal with an antisocial personality disorder was currently fighting dogs for a meal—everything could still be remedied.

Shen Wei found each of these children one by one and brought them back to the kindergarten, nurturing them with care.

After going live on the internet, the kindergarten became a hit!

“Which kindergarten teaches high-level math and calculus?”

“The kindergarten cafeteria serves a full imperial feast for lunch? It’s still early, let me sleep a little longer.”

“Did I see that right? The kindergarten’s game room has the most advanced games on the market. Um, are they accepting 300-month-old babies?”

Before long, everyone flocked to it like a craze.

The once most high-end bilingual kindergarten in the city, which was previously deserted, now left the principal tossing and turning all night: “She must be insane!”

She is intelligent, beautiful, calm, and professional. As the youngest chief forensic investigator for the past few years, her future was very bright. All of this, however, changed with a bizarre time-travel.

To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.

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.