A Demon Lord’s Tale: Dungeons, Monster Girls, and Heartwarming Bliss - Chapter 1139

Gu Heng traveled through twenty years, and the garbage system ruined his life. There was no hope for cultivation, and he could only be a small mortal. Although he is a mortal, he must do good things. He helped a poor girl casually, and she became the “Snow White Sword Fairy” who was famous in the three realms in the future. He picked up a seriously injured little wild cat and raised it for a long time, but suddenly found that his pet had become the “Ten Thousand Demons Venerable”. He taught a young alchemist hand in hand, and unknowingly refined the “Ten Thousand Medicines Saint Hand”. He recognized a thin female apprentice, and eventually accidentally refined the “Ancient Emperor”. Gu Heng: None of this has anything to do with me, I am only mortal. Everyone: Stop arguing, they all say that you are the only emperor saint teacher in the world! !

In a time when the Divine Prefectures of the East Sea were in great disarray, Emperor Ye Qing and Donghuang the Great appeared to save the day. Under their rule, the prefectures united and all nations as well as their kings have been controlled. However, the legend of these two great heroes becomes altered when Emperor Ye Qing’s name is wiped from the history books after his sudden death. All statues and images of him were destroyed and his name a taboo. Only the legend of Donghuang the Great shall live on.

Fifteen years later, a young man by the name of Ye Futian begins his journey in search for his true identity. The legend of Futian was going to be one for the history books.

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Yoshimura, a average guy, no more ordinary than the next guy, worked in a company and lived a simple life surprisingly had an unexpected death and died.Fortunately his last days were spent spreading happiness around him which spotted him a place at a certain higher degree of power which gave him one extraordinary thing.One Wish, Any WorldSo seeing the generous and crazy offer, Yoshimura, like any other chose to be reincarnated to his favorite novel 'The King's Path' and was successfully reincarnated too.Unfortunately not in the right body.“What! I am now in the body of the second villain that would be trampled by my favorite protagonist!”“My Beautiful Fiance, a heroine is preparing to invade my place!”“My Step-mother seized all of my properties!”“My Bodacious Maid looks at me strangely in my sleep!”.........“Just how much am I fucked?”....................Well... at the very least I know what will happen later.And the goddess gave me the best talent.[ You have been gifted 'Eyes of Eternity' ][ Sealed Potential Unlocked : Black Hole ]......Wait a second!......................This is my second book.But think of it as my very first because... I'm not that fluent at English, hehe. So please endure the whatever third-rate world grammar I am going to write.

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.