MTL - Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back - Chapter 532 tragedy in three acts

A young man woke up to a world of magic and endless possibilities.He was transmigrated.Great!Only that he now had three huge problems.One, he had no memories of his past.Two, he was a villain destined to die no matter the outcome.And three, the heroines were all kinda... should he say, obsessed?Yeah, he was fucked.[Note]No Yuri.Conflicting emotions of MC due to loss of memory for the first part.Huge plot twist, so don't fall for whatever you see.NTR? Not.But probably netori.Beta MC? Big No.Harem? Yes! Don't ask me how but I'll make it possible.

Jeong Jiheon was once a promising swimmer, but retired early due to an injury and is now working diligently at a sports agency. Currently, the greatest interest in the sports market is none other than Kwon Jaekyoung, and numerous agencies are fighting fiercely behind the scenes to scout him.In the meantime, Jiheon is ordered by his boss to somehow arrange a meeting with Jaekyoung, and he miraculously succeeds thanks to their insignificant and brief relationship of going to the same swimming center 10 years ago.However, when they agree to meet for the first time in a long while, Kwon Jaekyoung is not interested in the terms of the contract. He just suddenly asks about Jiheon’s traits….

Zhou Wenwen, who had traveled to a parallel world because of sudden death, thought that he could only live in such an ordinary life in this life, but the golden finger finally opened. He has a store where he can buy technological items and magic equipment to ensure his survival.

But the threat that followed made him realize that this place is not ordinary, because there are Transformers, Marvel, the Dark Portal from World of Warcraft, etc.

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”