MTL - There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem - Chapter 83 Male **** marry me

Tan Yue, a public relations person on earth, travels through parallel time and space.

“Tan Yue, let’s get a divorce. I’ve made up my mind, so don’t beg me anymore.”

“OK then.”

If Tan Yue wanted to live a good life, the first thing he did was to get a divorce.

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The person that Pei Zhen hates most in his life is the perfect Fu Sichen. Alas, life is full of surprises and unpredictability. One fine day, an accident turns Pei Zhen into Fu Sichen’s pet cat! As Fu Sichen’s pet cat, he makes a shocking discovery about his sworn enemy – a deep dark secret that the perfect Fu Sichen has kept hidden for years. Trapped in his cat body, Pei Zhen moves from one adventure into another while trying hard to find a way of turning back into his human self. When he finally does, the world as he once knew, has become a completely different place!

For unknown reasons, he finds himself transported to a parallel world's Japan, unexpectedly taking over the body of a soon-to-be high school student who had died accidentally. Surprisingly, he did not inherit any memories. However, the first challenge he faces upon arriving here is a language barrier...Just as he struggles to communicate with his new family, a heavenly voice arrives: the black technology system has been activated, and the initial item—translation konjac—has been distributed.This is the story of someone with above-average intelligence but almost no physical strength in the Classroom of the Supreme Power.

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.