MTL - The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love - Chapter 5354 Female anchor's Xiuxian Internet Red Road 189

Once in time, she became a peasant girl in Yuehe Village who had just been divorced. Her parents disappeared, leaving her with a five-year-old child. Little Baozi brother, grandma doesn’t care, grandpa doesn’t care, uncles and aunts are top-notch, cousins ​​make fun of them.

It doesn’t matter, we have space and the world in our hands. Let’s see her make a fortune with her little bun.

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After Chu Zheng was inexplicably determined to have died, the only trouble she had was to spend money.

Since the binding of this system, her waist is not sour, her legs are not hurting, and the special ones are not breathing, and every day lives in the fear of having to spend money.

System: Miss Sister, don’t just open the invincible mode! (▼皿▼#)

System: We set a small goal, first spend a hundred million!

Chu Zheng: Say good and lose, how is this inexplicable man? Don’t stop me! I am going to conquer the world!

A male lord: (quickly renamed) my name is the world name.

#Sister, learn that you can really do whatever you want with enough money#

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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.

The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.