Dragon Martial Sovereign - Chapter 493 - 492: Don’t Dare to Bet with Me?

“F**K! I'm dead!”That was the first word I muttered after regaining my memories from Earth.Reincarnating into a world of cultivation should’ve been a blessing. Adventure, immortality, power—what’s not to love?But then I remembered what my family did.My sister just broke off an engagement with a crippled young master—definitely a future protagonist.My mother ripped a Dao Bone from my cousin and gave it to me—guaranteed future revenge arc.And me? I’m already a third-rate villain: bullying weaklings and flaunting my Bai Clan name.Worst part? Despite the Dao Bone, I’m still trash at cultivation.My only hope?The System... which I’ve had for years.“I just never realized... It was in English!”

Yuyoshi Orikasa, who got up one day to become a real sake in a winery, had an unknown app on his phone, and then he learned that his world was a manga world.
Looking at the ending of the manga, Orikasa Yuyoshi fell into contemplation, and his own ending as a member of the organization didn’t seem to be much better.
So he tried to rewrite the ending.
But why do things seem to go further and further?
He squatted in front of a famous pupil with glasses who didn’t grow taller for more than 20 years, shouting the other party’s name and trying to intimidate: worker…
The primary school student was stunned for a moment: “The teacher doesn’t call me by my real name outside. If it is discovered by suspicious people, it will be dangerous.”
As a suspicious person, Yuyoshi Orikasa…
He stood in front of Mr. Bai Yueguang of the explosion group, and blew himself up with a blank face: “I’m not a good person.”
The officer in sunglasses rubbed his head, and the middle-length-haired youth gave him a carton of milk.
Yuyoshi Orikasa, who is really not a good person…
He found Mr. Undercover, “Scotland, I am…”
The cat-eyed youth smiled and said, “Can I have a sandwich for breakfast?”
Orikasa Yuyoshi…I’m a member of the organization. Is it appropriate for you to be so friendly to me as an undercover police officer?
Finally, he opened the mobile APP, and the audience with God’s perspective will not admit it wrong, right?
However, everyone in the comment area:
[Why did Orikasa get pulled out and choose one of three? Is he Tiehongfang? 】
[He is the man who saved the police academy team, absolutely red. 】
Orikasa Yuyoshi fell into contemplation…
Although I added 100 million points of water later, I am really a wine, the kind that Gen Wai Miao Hei grew up in a winery, why don’t you believe it?
Demining:
1. The protagonist’s real wine, but later mixed with water and deteriorated
2, the writing is white, the logic is useless

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My reunion with her took place in the worst possible way.

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.