A Mistaken Marriage Match: Mysteries in the Imperial Harem - Chapter 2

He became a teacher at the best magic academy in the empire.
….For being mistaken for someone else.

One sentence introduction: She reconciled with herself by virtue of her performance.

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When she was about to die, she “traveled” through the apocalypse, and after 30 years of hard work, she was finally reborn by tearing down the system, but was planted with the seeds of murderous manic depression. Since then, there has been an additional villain professional in the entertainment industry, with superb acting skills, and has repeatedly won the crown of the best actor.

Key words: women disguised as men, dramas in dramas, fanboys, Hanwen Copywriters

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When the Global Apocalypse System descended, every adult received the same message…[ Select the Apocalypse you’d like to challenge. ][ You have limited time. Fail to choose, and the system will choose for you. ]Dragons, demons, zombies, deep sea creatures, aliens, vampires, machines…They will enter an apocalypse!Each survivor was allowed only one choice.One Apocalypse.One Gift Pack.Then, they would all receive their unique Talent…But Kai awakened something unusual.He received Infinite Gift Packs… every survival kit, every resource, every starter’s advantage was there…While others struggle with scarcity, Kai alone walks with abundance.No matter which Apocalypse he enters, his arsenal will decide who survives… and who perishes… or so he thought.Compared to other Survivors with Talents that gives them super strength, special eye, mystical ability, and other unusual talent like invisibility, can he really survive or even end this apocalypse?

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.