The SSS Ranked Villain's Return - Chapter 347: Potential Catfight

Li Yu transmigrated to a world of the cultivation and martial arts. He became the head disciple of a low-ranking sect.

Qin Wuyue, a pseudo-house on Earth, traveled to the world of Hokage and awakened the legendary Goldfinger. The system is very violent and works flawlessly. As long as you complete the optional tasks, you can directly obtain super-powerful items of cultivation, abilities, ninjutsu and other planes. But Wuyue couldn’t be happy at all, and even had the idea of ​​wanting to die with this damn scumbag.

“You pervert wearing my camisole again” a certain elder sister roared loudly. “Take it, this is the fat time I just changed in the morning.” A certain senior said expressionlessly.

“Jun Wuyue, it’s time to collect material again, take off your pants.” A certain wife next door lit up. “If you bastard dare to steal again, I will break your third leg.” A certain beautiful master shook his fist with a cold expression. “I’m really not a pervert, I’m being forced, you believe me” Wuyue burst into tears, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle

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STAFF NOTE: The author had proven ownership. RighteousEgg is the original author. I have added a pinned comment to the first chapter to show this staff note is legitimate.---Chu Xuan traversed the Mystic Azure Realm and became a demonic cultivator in the Infinite Sect. To cultivate as a demonic cultivator means to plunder the essence of the heavens and earth and seize the quintessence of all things. One has to slaughter countless beings to rise as a supreme demon lord. However, such killing was intolerable under the heavenly Dao of the human race. Consequently, the Infinite Sect was annihilated by the orthodox sects. In desperation, Chu Xuan stumbled upon a Blood Mirror, which allowed him to travel to a post-apocalyptic planet overrun with zombies! He realized that this place was a perfect sanctuary exclusively for demonic cultivators! If he dared to sacrifice a million humans, the heavenly laws would strike him with thunder and burn him to ashes. But if he sacrificed a million zombies, not only would he face no disasters, but he would also be showered with golden blossoms, enveloped in glorious light, and blessed with merits!

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.