Xianxia: Big Brother of Tianyong City - Chapter 44 - "Im Giving You One Last Chance"

Su Yun came to a comprehensive world that was about to collapse due to a mysterious recovery, but he didn’t panic at all.

Because, he can edit the stories of the two-dimensional girls and broadcast them publicly, and gain enough prestige by publicly executing the girls, and then he can…

So…

“Artoria, I am your previous life, King Arthur!” Su Yun, who was in the form of a dumb haired king, looked at Artoria, a foreign student with a bewildered face, and said valiantly.

“The evil spirit, that’s me, that’s you! Tokisaki Kusan!” Su Yun, who was transformed into the elf of time, stood in front of the stunned Tokisaki Kusan, with a seductive smile on his face.

“Balzebu, the power of thunder is my power, and my shape is also the power you should have. Now, try to take out the power that belongs to you from your body! It’s called – Dream One Heart!” After listening to General Thunder’s words, Balzeb subconsciously stretched his right hand to his chest.

Morgan Le Fay, Tamamo Mae, Miyamoto Musashi, Yae Kamiko…

One after another, mortal girls who had no power before, all showed their extraordinary side to the world under Su Yun’s bad taste.

So, people really think that they do have extraordinary power, and therefore, they have really gained extraordinary power.

The world has been completely changed because of this, and the mysterious history that human beings cannot overcome is rewritten!

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In the waves of steam and machinery, who could achieve extraordinary? In the fogs of history and darkness, who was whispering? I woke up from the realm of mysteries and opened my eyes to the world.

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.

The whole world mutated. Mysterious resurrections happened in real life. The Tribulation descended.