Gearbound: Cyberpunk 2077 - Chapter 98

On the night when the savior of the wizarding world should have been born, Harry Potter died under the unforgivable curse.

The man who made almost all British wizards dare not call him by name, regained the wisdom and ambition that belonged to him from the Horcrux.

Darkness has completely enveloped the island of Great Britain.

Wizards are divided into high and low according to their bloodlines. Pure blood firmly holds the authority that belongs to the superior, and people called mudbloods can only be as humble as mud and trampled on throughout their lives.

The Ministry of Magic, which is supposed to enforce justice, is full of villains, and the castle, which is supposed to impart knowledge, is full of oppression.

In these dark times.

Jon Green, who came from across time, was brought into the exiled carriage that truly inherited the title of “Hogwarts”…

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Welcome to Hell’s Game.[Entering instance: Bloody Restaurant][The position you applied for: Delivery Person][Your customers include: a fat otaku emitting a corpse stench, a maid who bursts at the slightest disagreement...][Your colleagues include: A boss who's too pretty to be human, A cow or a horse in the literal sense, a man-eating tree that swears in French...]Facing these incredible characters, Liu Zheng, who wanted to be a decent person, had no choice but to give up on humanity.

The new story of Professor Shuming and the Great Demon King “After Engagement with Mr. Shen” has been opened, so please pay attention to it!

Yu Xingtu, who lived in the countryside since childhood, finally went to the city to fulfill his marriage contract.

The Yu family looked down on her as a country bumpkin, and her fiancé and younger sister had a crush on her.

The old lady said: Our wealthy family pays the most attention to face and image. You are not allowed to say that you have something to do with Wei Nuan outside.

At this, she sneered——

The God of Tea, who is crazily supported by her countless fans, the buildings and shopping malls in several large areas are waiting for rent collection. Isn’t it nice to be a cold and rich woman?

So, she caught a man——

“You won’t suffer a loss if you marry me. If you get divorced in the future, you will be compensated for a small villa of 300 square meters, 20 million.”

After getting married, she discovered that the man who was arrested was actually a big boss. Not only did he not want a divorce, but he also wanted to be a charterer for the rest of his life…

After Mr. Lu found out that his wife was actually a charter woman in several high-end areas, he was shocked, and later——

The thing Mr. Lu is most proud of is that his wife takes care of him!

Mr. Lu’s happiest thing is to give his wife money and let her take care of him!

Ms. Yu: This hole is too big…

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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.