MTL - Nan Chan - Chapter 123 Birth

One day, two forum posts titled “I Seem Unsuited for Dating” appeared on Promontory Forum’s Feelings board nearly at the same time.

User A: 「I have a severe case of mysophobia and possessiveness. I cannot accept it if my girlfriend has had relationship experience. I went to see a psychiatrist, but I haven’t improved. I might truly be unsuited for dating.」

User B: 「I think I might be unsuited for dating. I very much enjoy the ambiguous phase of sounding out each other’s feelings, but after becoming official, if they want to hug me, or perhaps kiss me, I will immediately feel nauseous.」

Internet User: 「I beseech that the two of you be together. Don’t go and harm anyone else.」

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Ye Xuan, the youngest Martial God of the Heavenly Realm, was ambushed by the four major powers of the Heavenly Realm, resulting in the destruction of his golden body, leaving only a wisp of his martial spirit to escape to the mortal world, reincarnating into the body of a noble family's scion, Ye Xuan, in the Daxia Kingdom.With all sorts of martial arts and divine-level techniques in his possession, from that point on, Ye Xuan shook off his reputation as a waste and defied destiny. Rising step by step from the bottom, he sought revenge for his father, pursued dominance over the mythical lands, traveled the spirit martial world, and returned to the pinnacle of being a Martial God, aiming for the supreme position.Treasure, beauties? Nothing poses a problem! Geniuses, monsters? They all bow at my feet!The peak of martial arts, defying the heavens, stepping on the Heavenly Realm, becoming the supreme!

Four years after the Third Nightmare, something unexpected happens. A group of people find themselves in a strange theatre, which tells them to react to someone's story...?

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.