Abandoned Woman Busy Farming - Chapter 1505 - 1606: The Mystery of Dad’s Origin_1

The beautiful Blue Star tragically fell victim to an invasion by enemies from the Otherworld. The globe was left riddled with wounds, but it also presented an opportunity for the Awakening of the Blue Star people—a chance to choose something other than hot weapons. Individuals could use their own strength to slay enemies, amass wealth, and reach the pinnacle of their lives.Ye Nai was lucky enough to awaken in advance, releasing energy spores that could decompose organic matter. He had planned to make a stunning debut during the mass Awakening at school, but results showed he hadn't awakened?!What the hell?I haven't awakened?Then what's this Fungal Mycelium I have that can decompose abnormal creatures?Ye Nai gave a devilish smile.Haha, everything that happens is to my advantage. Whether it's the enemy or abnormal creatures, obediently fall into my hands and become nourishment for my mycelium!

Aoki’s resolute face was indifferent. “If the sun doesn’t shine on me, please let me be surrounded by darkness!”
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- Description from Uukanshu

Amamiya Hiroto is unlucky. His life consisted of misfortune after misfortune, culminating in an unlucky death during an incident on a school boat trip, trying to save a girl he barely knew. After death, he met a god of reincarnation who requested that the hundred or so dead passengers—one of them being the girl he tried in vain to save—be reincarnated into another 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.