Valerian, The Legendary - Chapter 275 - Putting The Hound Of Death To Sleep.

Lin Lan traveled to the world of Ultraman Zeta, and he also obtained the template of Ultraman Saiga, one of the four mysterious Olympic Games.

Just when he was about to rely on the system to fight the whole universe, he met Sister Zhou who also came through time travel, and the whole battle was live broadcasted to the original world.

Since then, no matter whether it is this world or the original world, people can’t sit still…

Zeta: Senior Saiga is the most powerful Ultra warrior in my heart!

Sailo: I can become Saiga without me! ? Then I go?

Countless netizens: “Fuck, there is a Saiga in the Zeta world!?”

“Saiga Tameow can also use the Cosmic Eudemons Fist!?”

“Wait, what happened to Noah’s hellfire?! And the power of Aurora, the legend of sparks??”

“This Saiga, something is wrong!”

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The protagonist, a renowned gamer/YouTuber aka [TorchDancer] is a master of the game “Tril Trilo Trilogy.” When offered a chance to playtest the prequel, “Part 0,” he jumps at the opportunity. But a twist of fate plunges him into the game itself, transforming him into the series’ ultimate villain, Frank Wonderstein. Trapped in a monstrous body, he must navigate a dangerous world, unraveling the secrets of the game and his own destiny. Can a hero become a villain? Or can a villain find redemption? Well, you’ll just have to read to find out.

Lu Chen had a dream, an incredibly long dream.. The dream world was familiar yet at the same time unfamiliar. Singer, actor, freelance writer, he actually went through three sections of different lives in a dream world! When he woke up, Lu Chen thus embarked on a bright road of becoming a perfect superstar!

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.