Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time - Chapter 374: Ritual (4)

With Ye Chen, who inherited the devil, reborn the Phoenix continent, invincible, there will be any unknown secrets waiting to be solved here.
   The “City Revival Master” has been completed, and my brothers support it ~~

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“Ding! Choose your idle skill.”“Ding! Idle complete. Language level +999.”“Ding! Choose your idle skill.”“Ding! Idle complete. Basketball level +999.”After a freak accident, Qi Ning acquires the “”Unlimited Idle”” system. But just as the system binds to him, it crashes, leaving a repair time of 999 years. However, to Qi Ning’s surprise, the system still allows him to idle, and with every second of idling, any chosen skill instantly reaches level 999.With his life now dramatically transformed, will Qi Ning’s rise from mediocrity be unstoppable?

“She is the one who forced me to marry her, she is also the one who pushed away ShuangAi from me, she threatened my family with her family power and all these years, she did everything to subdue me...that evil woman MuTan“

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.