Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 890 - Dont Ruin Everything for Her Anymore

Raphael loves women in relationships.It's always been a problem of his. He just can't help it.And now that he's been accepted into the Magical Five Schools, a place filled with some of the most beautiful women he has ever seen, he's able to live out his fantasy to even greater lengths.But his addiction puts him in difficult situations. Some so serious that even his life is put at risk.How will he navigate this new environment, whilst living his life to his most lustful desires?With the help of his unique powers and being granted the S-Rank, Raphael Brooks' will surely live an adventurous life in the Nation of Vailstone.

Sing the story, bard, of the Firebrand. He, the youth who saved Morcaster from ruin. He, the warrior who defeated an empire. He, the archmage who crossed the Netherworld...The tale of Martel the mage, from his humble beginnings as a hapless novice at a magic school. Slow, character-focused and light-hearted progression fantasy. Updates daily.

Introduce: Xu Qing is the ordinary teenager of impulse of a directness this, extraordinary chance lets him have the eye of a pair of magical clairvoyance, the life that gives birth to him from now on is inconceivable change, fortune is at one's fingertips, gambling altar king appears in the sky, romantic encounter comes one after another…

Protagonist: Xu Qing, male. By chance, he got the inheritance of clairvoyance divine eye. On his way to life, he used clairvoyance divine eye to get more opportunities. He learned that superpowers are not tools for personal gain, but weapons for responsibility.

The female lead: Qin Bing, female, is the sister-in-law of the male lead, but in the parallel world she is high and mighty, the queen who makes people fear in their hearts.

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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.