I Really Don't Notice - Volume 2, Epilogue

Seth Zephyr is the prodigy of the Zephyr Noble Household, who will one day be regarded as the strongest Mage in the entire world.Compared to him, his twin brother Ashfelt Zephyr is completely unimpressive.He is untalented, mediocre at best, and is merely riding on his brother’s coattails as they both manage to get into the Akashic Magus Academy. However, what many don’t know is that Ashfelt is hiding a little secret of his own.… He was reincarnated from Earth into a Fantasy Novel, and now he must see this story to its perfect end if he is ever to return home.How is an Extra supposed to do all of that when he is a completely useless character in a world that cares only about talent and power?It’s simple!“I will use all of my knowledge of this world to the fullest… and make sure you fulfill your destiny, Seth! No matter what!”Tags: Transmigration. Extra. Action. Adventure. Magic. Academy. Antihero. WeaktoStrong. Overpowered. Romance. Superpowers. Strongactingweak. Mystery. BeastTaming.

After 50 years of being in the position of Hwacheon Clan Leader, Kang-hyuk, widely renowned as 'The Dragon' retires.

It’s a affair between a loyal dog servant and his master.

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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.