MTL - How Can the Saintess Be a Boy!? - Chapter 17 Coincide (2) [Part2 / 2]

“Blue Star 4.0 will begin its maintenance-free update at 12:00 AM on April 1st. The main content and adjustments of this update are as follows.” “New monthly rule ’Active Talent’ added: All players must converse with others for a total of 1000 sentences every day...” When an abrupt notification sound echoed in the ears of all humans on Blue Star. The world faced its cleansing. In every monthly version update, a new rule would descend, which all players had to obey. ... Chen Yi, who had found a massive loophole before the third version update, looked at the six-figure Points Balance in his account and broke into a grin. “Tuberculosis Rabbit, this time we might just rise to the top.”

Looking at the beauty industry, the most popular setting for female bloggers were white rich beauties.

Before she became famous, she loved American brand Colorpop, Japanese brand Canmake, and Thai brand Mistine best.

After becoming famous, La prairie blue caviar eye cream for her left hand, CPB crystal moisturizing cream for her right.

Every day, the national brand was being blown up. After receiving the money from the owner of the brand, he said that this was by no means an advertisement.

Living in a small three-story building, the neighbors were renovating every day. She felt so sorry about the sound insulation of this expensive house.

One day, several bosses in the beauty channel of station B broadcasted a live Japanese tour.

Everyone bought no less than 100,000 yuan of Japanese top female skin care products, and told the camera that they would draw prizes to send them to fans.

She, who had always been pure and low-key, had been dubbed “The peak value of station B”

Darong Rong pointed to the luxurious gray ship on the blue sea level and said to the fans in the camera with a smile:

“I’ve already contracted the ship, and I will broadcast live seafood today.”

All the beauty makeup moguls: “…” Sister, its too much.

New post of the forum: [Rong Rong at station B! Is there a gold mine at home? ! I unilaterally declare that I am your long-lost daughter! 】

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Fans learned that there was a mine in Rong Rong’s home.

On this day, at the request of fans, Rong Rong launched a live broadcast

Show you around my home.

After seeing the gilded toilet and diamond-encrusted coatroom.

“That’s it!”

Fans: [Want to see sister Rong’s bedroom! ]

Rong Rong, who had always been fond of powder, actually ignored the screen and decided to turn off the live broadcast.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened.

In the moment, the crowd was so stupid that they thought it was a trick.

The handsome and dignified man walked out of the bedroom in a suit.

Seeing her holding a mobile phone, he stood there, with a finger on his tie and frowned slightly, “Last night, I was asked not to make trouble and hurry to bed. You got up so early today to play with your cell phone?”

Fans: “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh.” There was not only a mine in Rong Rong’s family, there was a mine hidden in the mine! Big! Boss!

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[The 3000th Descent of Mystery is about to begin.][This is your only chance to redeem yourself.]When the whole world was in danger, Wang Teng activated a unique talent.It was the Rank SSS talent - Inequivalent Exchange!He was not purchasing things for free, but the exchange was not equivalent.[Exchange successfully. You used half a bowl of cup noodles. With your Rank SSS talent, you may retrieve an unlimited supply of cup noodles.][Exchange successfully. You used a bottle of Sad Breeze wine to exchange for the Star Shifting Method.]…From then on, Wang Teng activated a new exchange system.

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.