Trash of the Count's Family - Chapter 263Book 2: : So what if you are the Emperor? (3)

I don’t know the length of Hydra, or the depth of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I don’t know that Ant-Man has an outfit, and I don’t know that the Winter Soldier has an iron fist.

I don’t know that there is chaos in the Bliss Space, and I don’t know that Miss Xiaoyu wants to get married.

I don’t know if the walking corpse is cheating, I don’t know whose fault the alien is.

I don’t know the legend of mutants, I don’t know that Kryptonians can’t afford to provoke them.

I don’t know that Black Panther’s family has a mine, and I don’t know that Iron Man is a mess.

I don’t know what happened to Lei Shen’s family, and I don’t know that Thanos is thinking about making troubles.

He doesn’t know the past or the way forward, he only knows that he stands firm at the critical moment and cannot be cowardly.

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[Science Eliminates Immortals] Fake Qi Practicing Phase cultivators: Casting fire and water magic, controlling flying swords to decapitate enemies from several tens of steps away, and possessing a shield magic tool for both offense and defense.Real Qi Practicing Phase cultivators: Driving a Type 99 main battle tank, equipped with a 125mm magic tool main gun pulled by Divine Sense, two 12.7mm anti-aircraft and anti-field magic tool machine guns corrected by Divine Sense, nine assorted electromagnetic missiles suspended at the rear of the tank, drawn together by Divine Sense, and four reconnaissance drones, bombing enemies to ashes from 20 kilometers away.Even more real Nascent Soul cultivator: Operating an Air-Space Mothership cluster, with a combat range spanning thousands of miles...

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.

“Who the hell are you!? What are you doing in my room?” Jennifer shouted when she saw the man sneaking inside her room out of nowhere, just a few minutes before the wedding.

Gun was pointed in her direction, straight into her heart with horror evident on her stunned face.

A smirk landed on the man's face when he answered back, “You have two options, Ms. Jennifer, either you die at this point or…escape with me!”

Jennifer Taylor, freshly graduated, was ready to be thrown into an unhappy marriage with the Mafia King of their state, Lucas Smith.

Everyone concluded that the man fell for her beauty and mind but nothing was true. No matter how much others tried to convince her but her heart never melted.

On the wedding day, she was all ready to execute her plan but suddenly, a mysterious man appeared inside her room, threatening to kill her.

Who is he? She is clueless but all she can do is to follow his lead and the adventure he is giving her, to safeguard herself from those who are waiting to take undue advantage out of her.

But later in her life, she discovers that whom she considered a threat all along, was her helping hand who tagged along for a very long period.

Moreover, with this stranger, she walks on the path of unveiling all the truths that were hidden deep in the grave.

*SneakPeak*

The man came near her, with a towel wrapped around his abdomen. But her eyes flew to his abs, those perfect figured abs…

A dangerous smirk passed by his lips when he asked, “Like what you see, Ms. Taylor?”

Realization drew over her when he caught her lingering gaze on his upper naked body. “What?! No! And don't you have any kind of shame? You're standing in front of an unmarried girl!”

“So what? I heard that girls get attracted to men who have good physique. You know it isn't difficult to accept that you like it..” he was still shamelessly provoking her.

“You!! I'm stuck with a shameless pervert for sure! Go and wear something before I hit you with my hands!” Jennifer was burning in the pit of anger but at the same time, her cheeks burned red.

At last, as per her wish, he wore the bathrobe and turned around to come to main point, “What do you wish to ask?”

“Tell me who changed my bridal dress?” Jennifer asked with a straight face, but Javier didn't look shocked. “Do you see anyone else in this house? If your pretty eyes can, let me know.”

“Except you, obviously no one else,” Jennifer answered in a hurry, but then her eyes turned wide when she realized what she just spoke in front of him.

Javier laughed at her innocent expressions, “Bingo! There you have your answer. Who would have changed your clothes except me?”