MTL - Rebirth of the Entrepreneurship Era - Chapter 28 Relocate

Zhao Zhitong, who was still in kindergarten, took her parents and a family of three to cross the time-travel. As soon as she crossed, she was kicked out of the house by her cruel step-grandmother.

Looking at the only two cabbages in the family, Zhao’s father and Zhao’s mother looked sad.

Zhao Zhitong blinked a pair of Kazilan’s big eyes, and took out a bag of rice from the space with a bewildered expression…

So, the five-year-old little Mengbao took his parents to start farming, planting flowers, fruit trees, medicinal herbs, opening a shop, opening a restaurant…

The small life is beautiful, but it must be even more beautiful if there is no one who is wholeheartedly seeking her to be his wife.

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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.

“Reality is stranger than fiction”—There is this saying, I don't know who said it, but it certainly holds true for a certain unlucky man.

In a futuristic apocalyptic world, where Earth is ravaged by natural disasters and cataclysms, it feels like the world is on the brink of doom.

However, amidst the chaos, humanity still persists.

Yet, everything seems to be spiraling downhill.

In this apocalypse-ridden world, Noah, who is suffering from a rare blood disease, wonders if he will ever survive.

Fortunately, his grandfather-a brilliant scientist, discovers the cure! Nano machines!

Finally, Noah can reclaim a normal life... but alas, fate has other plans in store for him.

After one unfortunate cataclysmic event, when Noah opens his eyes, he finds himself in an entirely different world—only to realize that he has fallen inside the very novel he wrote as a kid.

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