The Book Eating Magician - Chapter 322 - Eve of the Storm (1)

After an ultimate battle against the King of Hell Lucifer, Asmodeus, the Vampire Emperor, has fallen. Although he lost, he died without regrets and with a smile, prideful that he had managed to corner the King of Hell himself to such an extent.

However, due to a sick twist of fate, Lucifer himself decided to reincarnate him into the feeble body of a human child named Blake, desiring a rematch in the future!

Now, given a new opportunity at life, Blake will use every possible way to grow stronger and protect his new family in a turbulent world where people can summon spirits to fight and develop their magical powers.

Armed with only a Grimoire, he’ll slowly summon all of his previous life subordinates, who are all powerful Vampires, and rise to the top while fighting the ever-growing menace of the Demon Towers.

Accompany Blake through a journey filled with excitement and growth and experience the rise of the Vampire Emperor. A new Era of Blood is about to begin.

In the rebirth, in order to prevent the tragedy of the previous life from happening, Bai Yu decided to rush to the [Tower of God] at any cost, and face everything together with his sister!

However, Bai Yu, who was bound by the system, mutated his bloodline, and transformed into a black-scaled python seems to be developing on a completely different path from his previous life…

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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.