Spirit Vessel - Chapter 1135: A Song Among The Fog

After a brief slumber, Yuga woke up to find himself in the world of Pokémon, inheriting a family daycare business.Note:1. This book is a Pokémon fan fiction.2. The story is heavily inspired by the animated series in terms of world-building and characters.3. Early chaptersmay contain mature themes, reader discretion is advised.4. The main storyline involving the day care may have a slower start, please be patient.5. Prior to reading, it is recommended to review the introductory sections for relevant information.6. This story does not feature a female lead.Let's Join :My Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/bearnard_bearMy Patreon: https://shorturl.at/imCOSMy Discord: https://discord.com/invite/EmMDmZmRaC

An unsealed condom package shattered her steadfast adherence to and fantasies about love, causing the beliefs she had clung to in her heart to collapse in an instant. Liman discovered that not only had her husband been unfaithful, he had also transferred assets and even tried to frame her to get her to leave with nothing.Facing her husband's betrayal, Liman began to seek vengeance!

This story is set during the end of the Sui Dynasty, a time where multiple powers struggled for supremacy and power.

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.