Level Up in Earth Evolution - Chapter 180 : Astral Vision

The Blood Warrior of the Ungpae Association, who created a sea of blood wherever he went, made the world of the Forces of Evil possible.

The Nine Great Sects and the Six Great Clans joined forces to fight him, but were unable to stop him.

Four Great Warriors, who were Murim’s last hope, appeared.

The four of them fought against the Blood Warrior and eventually defeated him at Mount Song.

The time has come for the legacy of the Blood Warrior to rise once again.

——If the whole world speaks ill of you, I'll whisper sweet nothings to you from a past life........Although the man in front of her made himself appear exceptionally ugly, it didn't matter because she urgently needed a loveless marriage.Who would have thought that after the marriage, she would discover that her husband seemed to be somewhat 'inconsistent'?Is it still possible to return him now?Li Yanan, an illegitimate son from the Li Family with no real power, is the laughingstock of the entire upper-class circle.His unkempt and outdated appearance makes socialites avoid him as if they're afraid of attracting a toad!A toad? Ha!.......“The picture doesn't match the product, I want a return!”Staring at the breathtakingly handsome face in front of her, Lin Zhenxin couldn't help but wail........[Baby's Diary: My Home]My mom's cooking is really bad.Last night, Dad finally couldn't help but complain, “Even Oscar wouldn't eat the food you make”!Oscar is our dog.Mom got really mad and asked, “If it's so bad, how come you ate it all?”I said, “Because Dad is even worse than a dog!”Um~~ Can someone tell me what the domestic abuse hotline number is?.......★The first part of You Are My Sunshine seriesWhen you smile, the clouds fade and the wind calms, while my heart is in chaos.It's that time of year to start a new journey, um~ the synopsis is still not great, everyone is welcome to dive in!

Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as “Student”, “Fighter”, “Thief”, and so on.After much contemplation, he activated the “Gunslinger” profession.From then on!While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills.Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the “Thompson Submachine Gun,” “Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle,” “Inferno Gatling,” “Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon,” and so on....One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings.And in the crowd.Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up.“Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong.”

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.