MTL - The Valiant Farmgirl’s Blackhearted Husband Wants a Hug - Chapter 262 262 Get rid of the mountain bandit's second child

“Even death can't stop me from reaching the top.”Alex clawed his way to the top through sheer hard work and ruthlessness, only to be betrayed by someone within his own group.Although he managed to kill the traitor, he lost his life in the process.But just when Alex thought it was the end, fate had other plans for him.Reincarnated into the world of a novel his girlfriend used to read, he was given a second chance at life.His goal remains the same, but this time, he awakened a mysterious system and surrounded by a harem of alluring beauties.Follow Alex journey through this vast new world as he uncovers the truth behind his reincarnation and the otherworldly goddess who made it all possible.

Ye Hao’s life underwent a transformation with just a drop of God’s Blood. Full marks, lottery ticket, basketball genius, or swimmer? No, I am now all-powerful. The stunning school beauty confessed her feelings to me. The formidable female CEO turned out to be my affectionate big sister. The adorable little Loli wanted me as her beloved big brother.

The traitor Gu Mang returned to his home kingdom again. Everyone rejoiced in his banishment. It was said the one who hated him most was his closest friend – the cold and stoic Young Master Mo.

A rumour: Young Master Mo prepared three hundred and sixty-five methods of torture to try on Gu Mang, enough to play with him for a year without repetition.

But what’s the truth then?

Well the truth is even more unspeakable–

Mo Xi’s identity: the most abstinent commander of the empire.

His relationship with the traitor Gu Mang: they’d slept together before.

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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.