My House Is a Magic Power Spot ~Just by Living There I Become the Strongest in the World~ - Chapter 11: A Really Small yet Big Intruder

When Qiao Moyu awakened, she found herself in a novel world and had become the villainess who was loathed by the President, the story’s male protagonist.

Qiao Moyu, the President’s childhood friend, came to his door whilst holding a baby, but the man said he won’t take any responsibility since the child wasn’t his!

As she stared at her adorable and proud little toddler, Qiao Moyu decided to take this chance to raise her son while having a fresh start in her acting career. As for the other problems, she’ll just take it easy!

However, a few months later ~

President: “You’re not some disgusting mosquito blood, you’re my white moonlight (first love).”

Luo Luo: “Mama, he’s not Baobei’s father. Baobei doesn’t want him.”

A certain Film Emperor: “I want both you and the child.”

Online fans: “Qiao Moyu is ours!”

In 2015, the Go AI AlphaGo was born, crushing humans and shocking the world. Since then, people have divided Go into two types, one is human Go and the other is machine Go.

In the face of Go AI, humans seem to have no power to fight back. However, when the vast majority of humans have given up their resistance in front of the machine, there are only a small group of stupid people who are still fighting and trying to challenge the machine.

These people have only one reason: because Go AI will still lose.

Since it will still lose chess, it means that it is not a chess god, and since it is not a chess god, it means that humans still have a chance.

As a teenager who once failed in dan dan, Li Xiangping was not such a stupid person, but when an accident sent him back to 18 years ago, especially when he crossed, he also shared the soul of a generation of chess master Shi Xiangxia. Accidentally met……

So Li Xiangping changed, and he slowly became a stupid person. Become a generation of Go legend.

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After coming out of a tunnel… it was pitch dark.

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.