Stand User in Marvel Universe - Chapter 191

The Chinese medicine major who stayed up all night to cultivate immortals fell to the ground, and then woke up to the beginning of the Tang Dynasty!

It turns out that this is not the Tang Dynasty in a history textbook, nor the mythical Tang Dynasty in Journey to the West.

However, an unexpected trip to the rat country opened up the mystery of the cultivation path.

Li Dandao, who was inspired to become a member of the immortal spectrum of the Tang Dynasty, started a journey to become a Taoist doctor.

Inherit a small pharmacy at the beginning! Being immortal is not a dream.

What? Your name is Lu Yan? What? Are you Zhong Liquan?

How can the Eight Immortals of Shangdong be without me, Li Dan?

Beijing famous prostitute Bai Peony! Ghost-devouring scholar Zhong Kui.

Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai!

Merry Tang characters! How can it be without me?

Here comes the wine! Sword come! Poetry!

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She was once the all-commanding queen of business, but when she woke up once more, she found herself disguised as the second young master of the Prime Minister’s residence!

A man was about to commit suicide and decided to search for a way to die on the internet, but then he found an odd site that asked a lot of questions and had a point based system that allows you to create skills for a character. He took interest in it, and when he was done setting his character, he was asked, “You will now be transported to a world with the settings you chose. Coming back is not possible. Do you still accept?” Without thinking much of it, he pressed YES and found himself in another world with the skills he chose to have.

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.