MTL - Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong - Chapter 811 Hidden!

One day, a gallery appeared before my eyes.…And then I was able to see who wrote in the gallery.All the heroines are ‘virg*ns’.

The Fears of a Billionaire: SynopsisDominic Hayes, a self made billionaire and CEO of one of the world’s most powerful tech conglomerates, lives a life most could only dream of. From his towering penthouse in New York City, he commands vast empires of wealth and influence, controlling everything from global markets to cutting edge technologies. To the outside world, he is the embodiment of success a man who has it all.But beneath the surface, Dominic's carefully constructed world is starting to crack. When he receives a cryptic message .“I know what you did”—he is thrust into a psychological game that threatens to unravel everything he has built. The message brings back memories of Andrew Cole, a former rival whose tech startup Dominic crushed in his ruthless climb to the top. Andrew disappeared after his company was destroyed, but now, it seems, he has returned.As Dominic digs deeper into his past, he begins to uncover the possibility that Andrew Cole isn’t the only one who has a score to settle. Mysterious forces seem to be working against him, targeting not just his empire but his sanity. His corporate deals start to collapse, his closest confidants turn against him, and strange occurrences lead him to question who he can trust even his wife, Alyssa, and his most loyal employees.The deeper Dominic falls into this web of paranoia and fear, the more he realizes that the threats against him are not just external. The guilt from his past actions begins to eat away at his mind, slowly eroding the steely confidence that once defined him. The higher he climbed, the further he has to fall, and now, as his enemies close in.

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.

With divine medical skills in his left hand and supreme martial arts in his right, carrying a century of memories, he was reborn and returned to the city. This life, he vowed to dominate everything, take control of all, and ascend to the zenith of the heavens!