The Military Chef of a Ruined World - Chapter 50

Waking up, I discovered that I had become a cat with superpowers...

Extras die every day in various ways in the game [Demon King’s Palace 3].

He was an extra when he reincarnated into the game.

I’ll never die. Never.

“Let’s get started.”

Evan had come to a conclusion. He tapped his cheeks as a way of signaling to himself that he had made up his mind.

He would become a character who never dies.

In a world governed by cultivation and power, Li Tian was once a formidable warrior, feared and respected. However, betrayal led to his untimely death. Reborn in a new realm, he awakens as a 17-year-old bastard child of a powerful family, ridiculed and ignored by those around him. Retaining the memories of his past life, Li Tian is determined to seize this second chance.As he navigates the treacherous waters of his new existence, Li Tian finds himself entangled with numerous captivating women, including his alluring stepmother, Xu Fang, and his charming fiancée, Zheng Wei. With a system that reveals his hidden desires and offers him tasks to complete, he must confront his inner struggles while forging bonds and gaining strength.Will Li Tian rise above the stigma of his birth and carve out a destiny worthy of his past glory, or will the shadows of betrayal continue to haunt him? Join him on a journey of self-discovery, love, and conquest as he seeks to transform from a mere bastard into a legendary figure of the cultivation 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.