The Strongest Hokage - Chapter 568: The Whitebeard And Naito

In the virtual world, power is what you seek. In reality, it’s the pursuit of truth.

But the game is not actually a game.

Evolution!

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Rhodes accidentally tripped and fell while playing with his phone as he walked down the stairs, only to find himself transported to the world of Fairy Tail.To his surprise, he discovered that he had the ability to summon various wild monsters from League of Legends and even learned how to use Receive Magic.But that wasn’t the main issue. The real problem was that, among a guild full of reckless individuals, there was suddenly someone who actually liked making plans.Some people believed he was destined to become the next guild master.But Rhodes knew the truth—becoming the guild master of Fairy Tail meant endless self-reflections and a never-ending pile of compensation bills.Determined, Rhodes made up his mind: I don’t want to be the guild master!

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.

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