MTL - Card - Chapter 552 energy

Cheng Xi, a guileless psychiatrist with a heart of gold, who would do anything for her patients. Lu Chenzhou, a frigid businessman who refuses treatment for his emotional detachment.

[Ding!][Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!][System Binding In Progress...!][System Successfully Linked!][Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX][Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?][YES][NO]Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle.To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer.Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they?This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in.He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button.[You have drawn Charm!][Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!]“Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles...” Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification.And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped.“THIS IS FOR REAL!!!”

In a supernatural world where secret forces are at play in the courts, Qi Xuansu, a seventh-rank Daoist priest, finds himself in a struggle to escape his fate as a pawn. The only way to do so is by completing missions and earning enough merit to buy back his freedom. But first, he must enhance his cultivation and climb the ranks of the Daoist Order. Follow Qi Xuansu as he unlocks his potential in his journey toward self-realization and liberation!

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.