MTL - Bancheng Fengyue - Chapter 143 Emperor corpse

Endless sky and infinite space, the cosmos isn’t some paradise waiting to be found, it is full of darkness and danger, death and terror of the great unknown. However, for that glittering swath of blue, we have no fear! For the longevity of men, we have no regrets! Nothing shall stand in our way because it is finally our time, our age! The age of cosmos exploration!

There were five heroes who fought against Erebos, the primordial evil that drove the world to the brink of destruction. [Brave] Aron. [God’s Blacksmith] Dweno. [The Founder of the Nebula] Luna. [King of Wisdom] Risinas. Lastly, me [The Hero of Beginning] Kyle. When I was reincarnated 5000 years later, everyone was praised as a Legendary hero. “Except me.” A gift from God that records the achievements of heroes. The Hero Academy with Hero Records. Let’s go there and find out why.

In the beginning, when they all thought that she was “he”….

ML #1: We will be brothers for life!

ML #2: This time I’ll reluctantly let you have the #1 seat.

ML #3: I will properly repay royal teacher!

ML #4: Ah Rong is my closest little brother, I trust him.

Afterwards…

MLs: I’m seriously such a fool.

MLs: What do I do, I think I’m gay. I fell in love with my bro/rival/teacher….

Afterwards….

MLs: I’m straight! As straight as steel!

Note:
MC is a girl crossdressing as a boy, she knows how to fight, and naturally possess the gold finger halo from the author.

All the ML(s) is the same person, 1v1, sc, HE

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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.