MTL - Age of Adepts - Chapter 1469 Call for

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.

Sam unexpectedly acquired a dating simulation game named “The Female leads Truly Loves You”. He was quickly captivated by the game, which featured numerous beautiful female leads.Crucially, it was a harem-style game where the mc could maintain romantic relationships with various female leads and engage in sexual relations with them.Just when Sam thought achieving sexual relationships with these female leads was the game's goal, the ending shocked him profoundly.When all the female leads discovered the male protagonist's love for multiple girls, they exhibited inexplicably insane behavior.True to the game's title, “The Female Leads Truly Loves You”, each one wanted to possess the male lead exclusively. The crazed female leads resorted to extreme measures, killing the male protagonist.They dismembered his body and preserved it in formalin.They decapitated him and kept his head by their pillows to accompany them in sleep forever.They drained his blood to create a specimen, ensuring they could see their beloved male lead every morning....Realizing his fate would be death, Sam chose to avoid these female leads. However, they seemed to possess magical abilities, always finding him using various means.Fortunately, Sam had a system. By thoroughly conquering these female leads, he could avoid the deadly ending and even gain enhanced abilities.

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.

[You can now choose three of the following seven options
1. Go back to five years ago with the present memory
2. Five centimeters taller
3. Seven million deposits
4. Appearance +50 points
5. A company with a market capitalization of 500 million
6. Proficient in a foreign language
7. Teaser live broadcast 10 million virtual coins]

Li Ang became angry after finishing the selection: choose every day, choose, choose, you will give it after the selection!
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Fuck, it’s really shipped!

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