MTL - Doomsday Commander - Chapter 362 Do you want to be emperor?

Yoshimura, a average guy, no more ordinary than the next guy, worked in a company and lived a simple life surprisingly had an unexpected death and died.Fortunately his last days were spent spreading happiness around him which spotted him a place at a certain higher degree of power which gave him one extraordinary thing.One Wish, Any WorldSo seeing the generous and crazy offer, Yoshimura, like any other chose to be reincarnated to his favorite novel 'The King's Path' and was successfully reincarnated too.Unfortunately not in the right body.“What! I am now in the body of the second villain that would be trampled by my favorite protagonist!”“My Beautiful Fiance, a heroine is preparing to invade my place!”“My Step-mother seized all of my properties!”“My Bodacious Maid looks at me strangely in my sleep!”.........“Just how much am I fucked?”....................Well... at the very least I know what will happen later.And the goddess gave me the best talent.[ You have been gifted 'Eyes of Eternity' ][ Sealed Potential Unlocked : Black Hole ]......Wait a second!......................This is my second book.But think of it as my very first because... I'm not that fluent at English, hehe. So please endure the whatever third-rate world grammar I am going to write.

The story of otaku building a harem! School flower, loli, wife, mother and daughter, mature woman, teacher, nurse, queen, all kinds of beauties, three steps to push a girl, five steps to a group, harem group, infinite warmth, so cool that you always need to prepare a tissue for easy reading !

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The old man pointed to the flower-like woman and said, “Call her mother from now on.” He then pointed to a flower-bud-like girl and said, “This is your sister.”

My younger sister was not cute.

She was arrogant, taciturn and weird, but she knew how to please our parents.

She was two-faced and deceitful, but it seemed like she only treated me that way.

I cared for her, tried to please her as much as I can, but she still disliked me.

Until one day, I found out her secret, our relationship began to get a little bit weird…

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.