The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting - Chapter 577 - I’ll Give You A Chance

Jin Runcandel is the youngest son of the greatest Swordmaster. After he gets himself kicked out of their clan, he meets a tragic fate…but before he dies, a God gives him a second chance. Now he must use his new power for good.

Bai Zishi has an extraordinary sensitivity to jade since he was a child.
By chance, he came to a place with the same technological level as the earth,
There are no women on this planet, only orcs who can transform and sub-orcs who cannot transform.
Orcs defend their homes and evolve with gems, and the most powerful gemstone is emerald.
This led to the birth of a noble profession in the Boya Continent-the Stone Gambler!

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Bai Zishi, Vincent Karen Garcia ┃ Supporting role: ABC in the world of orcs ┃ Others: orcs, domineering

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