Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World - Chapter 1186: The Awakening

Cui Heng was transmigrated to another world and the system told him that the new world he was in was a high-grade Xianxia world.

The King of Hell sentences you to death by midnight, but I can ensure that you live past morning.

The young man, Qin Lang, received the inheritance of a poison school by chance. He uses poison to kill people, uses poison to save people and he uses poison to chase beauties. With body of ancient extinct poison and a body of a martial artist, he walks around the city, and wanders around in the underworld.

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Traveling through the world of pirates, he also became a noble Celestial Dragons.Lakeman just wanted to enjoy a luxurious life.Unexpectedly, as soon as he attended an auction, he met the three Boa sisters who had just been captured, and the binding system was awakened at the same time.If you bind a genius, you can get the other person's daily practice feedback.【You have bound Boa Hancock.】【You have bound Borsalino.】[You have bound One Piece’s deputy, Silvers Rayleigh.】【You have bound Doflamingo.】“Originally, I just wanted to recruit talents from all over the world, but why are there more and more beautiful girls?” Lakeman looked at the group of beauties beside him and fell into deep thought.

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.